Infinite Unknown

You enlighten me,

and they think it’s my mind.

You bring up new scenes,

and they term it casual change.

I forget you, and they misunderstand

the consequences as fate.

You hold me again,

and they think it’s them instead.

You wake me up,

You tear me down.

You live through me,

You feed my soul.

You hold the pen,

and they think it’s me.

You are everywhere,

You are all that is.

You soothe me,

You bruise me.

You bring back smiles,

You give tears.

You speak through people.

You arrive in different forms.

And, they think, it’s them.

Let’s keep this secret to us, shall we?

 

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