It and I

The man behind the curtain is a mystery

I am it and It is me

The unseen memories and self-identity

I hear its voice in my mind

I am grasped by its emotions

I am imprisoned by its ridicule and critiques

I am encompassed by its logic

I am bombarded by its musings

It is me and I am it

The unseen memories and self-identity

The images float about 

Words in the air, indecipherable

Making sense behind the scenes

Fuzzy like a dream on the screen

Identity in a mystery

Who really knows the man behind the curtain


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