Something is stirring within me
I never was in control
My pretence of knowing what's in me
Covers a hidden black hole
I once thought I knew what me was
Until I began to explore
My illusion of me then imploded
I don't know who I am any more
But there's still a role to be played out
I'll play it, enjoy it with glee
But I'll do so in glaring awareness
There is no such thing as a me
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