I am Me, Me, Me
I am real, real, real
My mind must think
My spirit must feel
My mind and spirit meet
To a poetic beat
My intellect and spirituality
Become an altered state of reality
My thoughts are real and hazy
Some will say I’m “crazy”
I’m as old as the hills
I’m a fresh-grown daisy
I need to think like me
I need to feel like me
I need to think and feel like me
In this altered state of reality
Although I think and feel in verse
I must not completely loose it
I need to come back from wherever we’re at
Whenever I have to choose it
I feel and I think often in verse
When I’m in this parallel universe
My thoughts aspire to go higher and higher
Cool as an ice cube; hot as a fire
When the mood is done, my heart/soul are one
And I must come back to wherever we’re at
Although I’m free, my heart/soul must be
Also in here/now reality.
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