Know Thyself (Work in Progress)
To know yourself is to know all you must.
Yet it is just I whom I know little of.
Simple semantic facts about my own personality elude me.
I'm a starving cheetah, lacking the ability to find it's prey.
Running, all throughout the day, my search ends the same.
I don't know anything of myself, only my name.
When I sleep, my dreams do not stay.
As the sun rises and I open my eyes,
all I taste is blood and salt from last night's cries.
What do I know?
I know I am not evil, I'm too compassionate.
I know I am not good, for I am less than selfless.
What does that leave?
Am I just the result of karma's ambivalence?
I'm in love, that I am sure;
But am I loved? That answer is obscure.
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