i can't leave my own vicinity
i thought I was just part of a world
but I can't escape my own identity
from my own premises I can't be hurled
i tried to fly all through the sky
and strange me-less wings unfurl
but I can't escape my own vicinity
because the me I flee's a thing within me curled
the me I flee is me you see
i'm not them or him or thee
the me I run from is the me that's me
i can't become a fish or flea
or turn into a tree or tooth, towel or cup of tea
the me I tried hard not to be, I think that you will see
is the me that I always was and that I'll always be
signed,
all the universe
wait a minute..i'm me!
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