How is there two of me?
I say things I don’t understand
And I wonder what’s on the inside of myself,
If I don’t know who does?
Does anybody else feel like a mystery to themself?
Vagabond Prophet
Original Poetry about anything and everything.
How is there two of me?
I say things I don’t understand
And I wonder what’s on the inside of myself,
If I don’t know who does?
Does anybody else feel like a mystery to themself?