I'de like to believe I am many. My thoughts are my own blend of colors bleeding into the skin I call home and taint it in hues of gold. I'de like to believe I am many. To find comfort in the way my eyes look at the world, Not in the comforting haze of a childs, but of a person who wants to understand I'de like to believe I am many, My opinions speak nothing of the way I worry That I am not many but one, in a crowd of millions where all believe they are many I'de like to believe I am many In a world I have created.  Where I take my mind's memories apart and contort it into dreams I would like to believe I am many, When being one would be to admit I am wrong.