I don't know about you
But I think I'm young
When I know I'm old.
Why is it that I think I'm strong
But know I'm weak?
How come
I think I'm healthy
When I know I'm dying?
Dare I mention that
I think I'm intelligent
But know I'm ignorant.
Not to add that
I think I'm successful
Yet know to be a failure.
That splitting mind of mine
Drives me insane
So who should I believe
My thoughts
Or my knowledge?
Lucette C. Bailliet
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