More to See

Much of what I write starts with “I”
Or is merely about my own simple life
And while I think and walk and breathe
There is so much more here to see

My mind’s eye wanders all the streets I know
Looking for something not me to show
Yet the image is still attached to me
If I was not merely me, how much more would be there to see?





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