Myself to You
I am the one who always looks to understand.
Silently watching looking for an upperhand.
Not to attack or offend but to understand what one does.
Sitting behind and watching the world revolve around me
while having around me question things about me.
My pen is what allows my thoughts to come to light.
What one needs to know is how I light the path I walk on through mind at night.
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