I've copied so many people
I’ve forgotten completely
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
Either on the run, or in forbearance
I've been
The man who
I was never ever meant to be
Ranges
Of fairground
Firing booths
Tastes
Of caramelised fried onions
One step in front of one other one
Unseen
The man who became
Who is now someone other
I've dreamt so many dreams
I’ve become no more than an illusion
Confused by myself
Clean
Cleared consciousness
Do you now then, so so believe me
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