Who’s behind my curtain
What makes me tick
Is illusion for certain
When I fall for my tricks
I can’t find me
Here and there I go
With all I see
I still don’t know
What’s inside of me
Who’s in the center
Master of the mystery
Creator of the inventor
Sewing a question
Pondering puzzles
Flexing to fashion
Cognitive muscles
Are answers clear
And questions folly
Mapping frontiers
Flawed and faulty
And when it’s done
The difference is where
Inside this onion
From which I stare
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this is so true. its unreal jsut how little one knows about themselves. i absolutely love the metaphor to the onion. it was great. makes you realize just how complicated things are
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