It seems my consciousness is a collection
Of those who surround me, with careful selection
A bit from him, a piece from her
Not much more
Are they made up from me?
Am I a fragment of their reality?
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
It seems my consciousness is a collection
Of those who surround me, with careful selection
A bit from him, a piece from her
Not much more
Are they made up from me?
Am I a fragment of their reality?
