Lost myself somewhere

Dropped while I was out walking

Or maybe in the supermarket

Maybe I should put up posters around the neighbourhood

Lost: one identity

Slightly dented, chipped paint, scratched

But here’s the problem

I’m not sure I’d recognize myself

If I was returned to me

What am I under the trappings of learning and culture

What is at the core of me

I have no clue

Possibly nothing at all

After all, who’s to say

We are any more

Than the sum of what we live

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