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The I Behind the Me

A poem on the mystery of self.

I begin this thought with "I"
But who is this I that thinks?
Who is it that is gleefully optimistic one moment,
and hopelessly depressed another?

Who is the I that is aware of such currents?
This is the I that I want to know
But I am merely an amalgamation
My desires were…




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Lance Baker

Lance Baker

A fellow observer on the journey through life. Trying to cultivate a deeper way of being in the world.

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