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The self of me I've fought to be 

Is not quite me.

I've sought to be from dreams obscene

But haven't dreamt one for me.

From mind to page to self to stage

What's been worn and torn and crumped

Is naught more than a greater, lesser me.

So when I come to be the lesser me,

There's not much left at all.

But clear as day are the revelations astray,

That I've stumbled on in my searching;

My world to be is not with me;

I've a while yet to go.

So suffer still with restless will

That won't yet let you settle.

You've much to be if you'll wait and see

What your will would work within you.