Yes, you are conscious of your thought
He and she (but not we) the individuals
Collectively live where souls are sought.
Knowledge
We know the subtleties of sense of self
So we introspect to see our mental health
We gather in dim-lit locations with empty
Glasses, but the air is full with vibrations
Of worthless words and barren relations
Each tone
A brain? A neural pathway? A mind?
To ourselves we all seem to be blind
Am I my influences? My upbringing?
Or am I a pattern of As, Ts, Cs and Gs?
Either way
I am not myself.
Author notes
I don't think the meaning in this needs explaining. I know this is very first draft but I don't intend on editing it, as I haven't been writing recently, just interested in thoughts.
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