Some days it’s easy to forget
We wake and the memory is gone
A truth fades as we slip on our familiar masks
Of expectations – The Me Other People Want Me to Be
And of comparisons – The Me I Think I Should Be
Sometimes, we remember
A faint memory of something – of someone more
But like the morning fog
The thought quickly disappears
Our daily demands scorching
The cloudy thoughts of
The Me I am Meant to Be
But we must remember
We must not forget
Who is the Me I am Meant to Be?
Remember
And do not forget
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