The Search for Self

I'm looking for that self of mine,
Don't know where I could be,
There's someone in the room next door,
But I don't think it's me.

I put a sign up on a pole,
But I got no reply,
It seems that no one's seen a self,
Who says his name is 'I'.

And then down at the station where,
I asked the lost and found,
The man just said, "I'm sorry but, we ain't seen you around."

It really seems I've disappeared,
Not sure what else to try,
Except to sit here patiently,
In case I wonder by.
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Published: 11/24/2014
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