" I am not what happens. I am the space in which everything happens."
~Eckhart Tolle
Patterns are forming
Illusions are shattered
I'd say how I felt
If I thought that I mattered
But I is a construct
and I didn't build it
I once had some hope
But I'm sure that I killed it-
Up and down, back and forth
In a constant refrain
Head up north, head up north
Go and find it again
Are these selfish motives
Just too good to be true
What I found in myself
I had looked for in you
But there was reflected
Myself back at me
By learning about another
The self is what you see
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