When I am with me
I am not me
The strange paradox haunts over again
Is this really We?
I am not one but two
If not me then who
Lives the present and worries about the past
And brings me back too
Then senses are the same
Then who shall I blame
When I start thinking aloud
Who holds me to tame
I am nothing but mystery
Sometimes I don’t know me
I flip like a coin in air, confused about
What I am and what I want to be
I can’t hold it still
My wishes and my will
I contradict my own self
And com back again to nil
I am not me, not myself
Then who am I, where do I dwell
So Comprehending on ‘I’ and ‘me’
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