A song of me
Me, me, me
Who am I?
It all comes down to that question.
I am not who I was one minute ago
Yet I see no difference
How subjected thus?
I only wish to be whom I destined to be
only wish to fulfill my potentials
only wish to have power over myself
I do not wish for one thing I can change when I'm all wrinkled up
Or is that too much to ask for?
No.
Do not think I underestimate my great mind.
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