As I sit on the edge of a cliff
And watch the sun rise,
I wonder, Who am I?
Am I him or her or . . .
The questions race through my mind by the millions,
And all at the same time.
And I realize,
That I am no one.
A lost soul, like all the others,
Trying to find out who I am.
I turn toward home,
And I have a new found peace.
I no longer have to be any one else.
I have finally found myself.
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