There is the central self
You can call it God
You can call it anything you like
And it's playing the game of hide and seek with itself
It gets lost
It gets involved in the farest out adventures
But, in the end, it always wakes up and comes back to itself
When you're ready to wake up,
You're going to wake up
Who are you?
Somehow, the very fact that you exist
Is an affront
You won't wake up
Until you feel you've paid a price for it
Do you define yourself
As a victim of the world
Or as the world?
And you can say, Poor little me
Who are you?
I am that I am
I am responsible - For this life
Whether comedy or tragedy - I did it
Nothing is left to you at that moment
But to have a good laugh

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