“What Is Me”
I think by now,
That you’d all know this isn’t,
Coming directly from my head.
So maybe it originates from somewhere else instead.
We all know we’ve other places.
That we all could be.
I’d never wish my thoughts or beliefs upon you.
I’d only wish to impart a little of this that’s me.
What is me?
Where can we of conscience draw that line?
I can only offer the wisdom,
When you can draw the line between me and mine.