What Animates Me So?

I haven't much decided yet

what animates me so.

Streaks of inspiration?

A climax of ego?

Yet even in the still of thought;

Animation changes time

Epiphany's take place

Are they yours or are they mine???

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It doesn't really matter

It's the glory that we share

Things just come whenever

And we are not aware.

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I seem to think, that given time

the past will recreate

the memory's of this and that

will somehow dissipate.

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Then when reason turns to logic

The door will open wide

Throwing out all memory's

that we would sooner hide.

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And then, at last

the Reasoning

will fly away it self

Because the true

Epiphany is:

There only is One Self!