Poem: Sometimes I stand next to me

Sometimes I stand next to me

I just discover so much in me,
that makes me very confused.
In these moments I just stand next to me.
look at me
and did not trust me to myself.
Am I really that too?
Why am I only doing all this now?
Does it go by how it came, in smoke and in smoke?
Or will it stay forever,
once even my own?
I like my new pages,
as they slowly spread,
so that I can look at it from all its sides.
That’s the way it should be
here in me,
be mine forever
Sometimes I stand next to me,
completely in me.
Here with me.

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