Posted by Ben Naga
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“Who am I?” someone asked.
I can’t remember who.
And then, “What is this place?”
“Who are all these others?”
Posted on September 30, 2017, in Wee Poems and tagged Life, Mystery, Questions, Reality, Unknown. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
We think we know
until we don’t.
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We think we don’t
until we do.
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