That is not you anymore That is not what you are You never were really whatever you thought you wanted to be even if you succeeded doing it so well you looked exactly like it and everyone believed it even you
you know you're still in there pulling those levers maybe even frantically
swamped in whys with inundating whats and to be all those who's keeping zoos of yous behooves (it must) too
an incomprehensible self-reflection to be laid down in favor of another equally wuh and thuh an' fuh imaginality
full stop could this myriad of made up things be abandoned head long running down a grassy hill with your arms out making bird sounds