Discovering me

From nothingness to something

Simple, yet complicated

Words, they are a disappointment

Discovering me

What makes me tick

What drives me

What makes me me

Discovering me

I am nothingness

With lots of somethings

Within me discovered

Discovering me

Still a process it is

Somewhat difficult a task

Varied is the human in me

Discovering me

It will go on

Till the day I die

I shall discover me.

© Barbra Jolie (Read her blog here)

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