I Am You

I Am You short poem

Photo by Nick Kenrick.


Ask yourself,
Who am I,
Then when you’ve tried effortlessly hard
You’ll get a positive reply.
Like,
I am the last king of the universe,
Which is an enormous lie,
But you still see it as the truth,
Even though it’ll cause your unfortunate demise.

I tell you about what life has in store for you,
But you don’t seem to care
So I will use my words of glue,
To stick you up in the positive and cloudy atmosphere.
Stay if you like
Or let loose if you dare
See if I’ll even bother to stare,
Well who knows
Maybe I’d save you,
Or let you spill over the earth’s floor
Like a helpless glass of beer.

So in the end
I am still you,
Since I’m inside your head
Searching for ideas new,
I’m still your ‘mind’ off course
I will always stick in your head like glue.
Nevertheless that phrase is getting old,
So
What’s new!

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