In the past I know I’ve said that I could get inside one’s head
And copy people that I’ve read, and follow paths on which they’ve
tread
But suddenly it occurred to me that this ability isn’t empathy
Rather it is a state to emulate, simulate that these people
demonstrate
The me that walks around as a fake self can only copy
But I guess that’s the way I live, so that will never truly stop
me
I guess I’ll be content to simulate these many faces
And follow walks of life that lead to many places
Even this poem lends itself to different inspiration
Drawing flow from the beat of JReyes’ syncopation
Lending voice with choice to this theme’s incorporation
Taking part in my own literary dedication
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