| In and out, out and in What is this disaster I seem to be in I can't seem to tell Where the ground starts And my feet begin Within without, without within Was that a thought Or something out loud Were my thoughts being stolen By telephone wires And sent through the spokes Of bicycle tires? Yet it was me who was in It was me who was out It was me who couldn't tell If my foot was on the ground It was me who didn't know Where I stopped or began It was my thoughts they stole And sent through the land How dare you say I don't exist That I don't have a self That my ego's amiss And you who say you don't exist Who or what was it that ascertained this And you who say the self is an illusion Does this mean that God has delusions, A multiple personality Split up in parts Each one a free will A part of Himself? |
 Eternal Bag Lady (watercolor) |