You are not your finger.
Tho, if lost twould be missed.
In addition, minus a toe or two
and you would still exist.

You are not your mind.
You know, it's universal, some have said.
Another thinker thinking thoughts
passing through our head

You are not your heart, you feel.
And although essential to what is true
Love and Hate and Fear and Faith
are the winds we're swaying to.

You are not who you were
nor are you who you'll be.
You're just not yourself today
and I'm not really me.

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