As I sit,
I watch and learn,
About myself and life in turn.
I see so clear,
What I thought I knew,
That truth is not always true.
As I sit,
The world goes by,
No thought of me, alone I cry.
I realise now,
The one true fact,
We donβt share the world, merely interact.
As I sit,
I wonder why,
We learn to live and then we die.
Can this go on?
This precious race,
When in ancient eyes, we may disgrace.
As I sit,
I find my heart,
So fragile and easily torn apart.
Yet I am sure,
My heart is strong,
Giving me strength to carry on.
As I sit,
I know my mind,
A more valuable gift you will not find.
I survive on guile,
On thought and wit,
There are no answers as I sit.
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