Cleared of consciousness

I've copied so many people
I have forgot complete
Who the man I am

Even
I've forgot the man
Who I was supposed to be

I've seen a million pictures
I've chased the setting sun
On the run or in forbearance

I've been
Who the man I
Was never ever meant to be

Ranges
Of fairground firing booths
Tastes
Of caramalised fried onions
One step in front of another one

Unseen
The man who became
Is now someone other

I've dreamt so many dreams
I've become an illusion
Confused just by myself

Clean
Cleared of consciousness
Do you then believe me



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