reprise: Perception
What am I, if not what I think I am?
I imagine and I try to become. I change, evolve (and regress.)
Yes, I contradict myself,I contradict you; I contain multitudes.
In a day I am ridiculed, patronized, celebrated and envied.
I am understood, misunderstood and slightly overlooked.
Possibly an opportunity, but probably a hypothesis floating away, passing by.
Like a piece of wood at sea.
I see things as I am, not as they are.
But how do they see me?
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