I alude me,
Myself escapes my mind,
So on a journey I encroach,
I set out myself with me to find.
Along the way I see existence,
I know I must be somewhere near,
Eventually I reach the present,
And I realise I was always here.
I'd be scared if I lost me,
I've never been without me before,
But as I think things are changing,
So am I me anymore?
Poets are always separating the mind and the self from the body, but separating the self from the mind seems novel and interesting. I'll have to think about it.
ReplyDeleteLet me know if you come to any conclusion on that. This poem was meant to be nonsense anyway. I loved nonsense poetry ever since learning one at primary school.
DeleteOne fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead men got up to fight,
Back to back they faced eachother,
Drew their swords and shot eachother.
Have you come across that before? I love it. :D