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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