I stand and see
Into my eyes
Into the back of my childhood mind
Into the blackness
What lies beyond?
An empty void, memories gone
Seeing is believing
Do I believe what I see?
Am I just a being? A being just to be
Is there a purpose?
Is there a plan?
Is the man from a child, or the child from a man?
Fragmented information
Flashes through my brain
Piece by piece, it’s put together again
An image unfolds
The image of me
To be myself, to be
Well…
… Just to be
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