myself defined

August 3, 2010
By , Edison, NJ
Who am I?
Am I a figment of your imagination?
Pictures fade and wither
I'm still here
Staring out into that wide black abyss of daydreams
I see me or is it another?
Life passes and I take my path and leave my mark but I still question When will I know? Eventually I'll find out by looking back or forward.

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