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at home by the fire

Who am I?

Seems an easy enough question

Am I my mind?

Am I my thoughts?

Am I Adam?

Am I more than Adam?

Everything seems uncertain,

Always changing

I can’t feel secure in myself,

Because I don’t know who I am.

How can I trust myself,

if I don’t even know myself.

I feel like I’m caught out there,

and out there everything’s doubtful

But if none of that is real or true,

than what is?

One thing I know for sure,

The moment I go home I feel much more comfortable,

sitting there by the warm fire

I tell myself,

“This must be where I belong”

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