I am a bear.
But am I really?
My identity is caught
mid-stream.
Can you help me out?
When you look in my eyes
what do you see?
Do you see you or
do you see me?
No longer a living tree,
what have they done to me?
Cast into the scuzzy borders
of someone else’s reality (yours).
Caught in the net of your own
imagination, fake firefly in a jar.
Who am I to you? Who are you to me?
Shells, washed up on imaginary
beaches, carry life forms, sometimes
not. Look in your mirror and see
is it you or me caught in transit?
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Very very cool!!!!
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O thanks so much. Kinda caught me off guard.
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Compassion for a whittled stump. Well, I love the bear. ❤️
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Why not? Thanks.
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