It’s really Me (well, kinda sort of…)

Well, it’s really me

(maybe I am, maybe I’m not. hold on, let me check. I’ll get back to you, later. will that be OK? Don’t wait, I’m not very dependable or was it ‘on time’?)

do I have

such a strong sense

of who I am?

yes, I am actually here

inside this body.

I stand like a sturdy

tree all alone

trapped inside

this so-called

flesh and bone

(and I’m not

very purdy.)

honestly,

I do admit

that I sure don’t have

to look in that cracked

bathroom

mirror of mine

to know I’m definitely

not a Mr. Bruce Pennmore Schmidt

(he lives next door. Or, was it a couple houses down? whatever. he’s one strange bird.)

even less like a king on his throne

but, we all want to come home

therefore,

let’s both agree to

call this sense of consciousness

residing

within this body of ours

being in

some

sort

of

‘Z O N E’

next door to

or a couple

doors down

from

‘you know who’.

 

 

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