Far two close
I remember having answers
I had so many I stopped questioning
Then I realized I knew too much
Then I knew I really knew nothing
Then the questions came
Then the answers were few
The words made no sense
Feelings meant less
Fear took over
Powerless came to terms
I did not know who I was
Or what I would become
I was nothing
And nothing meant anything
Nothing became everything
I became everything
You see me
But do not know
You hear me
But do not understand
Know me
But do not know yourself
If I was not you
how would I know everything grows from nothing
And nothing does not exist
So who are you
Where are you
Where is this
Did someone show YOU
Or did you even know yhis existed
What is real?
Royale jones
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