Re-runs

Talking about those black tide pools, I was laying on my living room floor the other day with my hands on my chest, and had this unfamiliar feeling go through me. As if I didn't really know who I was. Remembering all the people who I used to be, all the roles I had played, and feelings conveyed. And I became overwhelmed with joy in the realization of the observer. And I wrote this :

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I am an Idea
Made up of all the ideas I have ever had
Thats why Im never changing
Thats why I never recognize "myself"
Behind my eyes
There is a place
And maybe this place
Is everything I've been searching for
The dark pool of mystery
The unkown desires
A full hearts fruition
And a mirror of truth.
I can never lie to myself
I've always known whats right
Like I'm watching a re-run
Of my own life

09/03/10