Imitating Poem by shimon weinroth

how I wish I knew,
what it is, that teaches me to to do,
all those things I have learned
and pass them on

I stick my thumb into my mouth
I knew how to do this before,
when in you body as a foetus

then from the moment I could see
started imitating and copying
what it is, that you do
even learned to walk and skip
hop and run and call mommy too

somethings are instincts and can not
be taught, so at first by imitating
and copying, what it is you do
this birth of emulation comes from you

then like me has a life of its own
either to embrace or disown
then acts and reacts to stimuli
of the eye and other senses high

still I wish, I knew the mechanics
that make me imitate and do
what is best for me.
and not necessarily good for you