I'm high so I dare to start again.
The chickens are busy pecking grain from shit.
"Do I exist or not?" that's the question.
Who's this "I"? I keep looking, or not.
What should I do if I do find "I"?
Do I carry it? Do I follow it? Is it real?
Looking inward is exhausting,
so look outward to fill the emptiness.
Like an engine,
departing from I.
I.
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