Along the way
Of life to be,
Unsure of me,
I thought to find
The who it was
Inside my mind,
Might explicate
A question thus,
Of living doubt,
And so elucidate
The who I am
That be about,
If not the me
Others believe
They truly see…
The while I fail
To see said mine,
Mirrors the feel
Of wonted lines,
Akin to real,
I’ve this façade,
I need admit,
Then look ahead
To clues and time,
That may so fix
Before I’m dead,
Along the way,
A means that led
To finding who I am!
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