My world depends on me

Just like I depend on my world

I have my identity

Inside my head it’s curled

& in society it roams

You know, like our phone away from home?

Hope I’m free from broken bones

What did they say about sticks and stones?

My passive aggressive tendency

Is not really me

Is it the world?

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The world pretends it’s me

Just like I pretend I’m the world

I have my sense of peace

Inside my head, a pearl

And in society it’s shown

U know, like our phone’s most welcome ringtone

Of the best contact known

Or my newest coolest poem

A massive ego messes more than me

It’s really not me

Is it the world?

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Is it the world

That no one else can see?

Is it the world

That comes crashing down on me?

Is it the world

or is it me?

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Is it the world

Where we can all be free?

Is it the world

Challenging constantly?

Am I up against the world

Or can I flow with it

Patiently?

If this is the world that will always be

I can only

Just be me

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My world extends to me

Just like I extend to my world

I have my intensity

Inside my head it’s hurled

And in society it’s known

You know, like our phone when it can’t be postponed?

As we get into the zone

Catch every thing that will get thrown

The blasted progressive immensity

It could be me or

Is it totally the world?

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