What’s it like to be me?
I’m getting better at explaining it, maybe
All days long thoughts hit me like blows
With force enough to stagger
And I have to try and distinguish
Which ones to ward off
And which to embrace
Thank God
That once in a great while
A thought hits that I know
Did not come out of my own mind
And brings with it enough light
To last a thousand winters
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