by Nicanor Millan
She taught me:
Your name is your omphalos Vowels which unlock the soul.
Personality is a person’s charity Visor from reality.
But am I what I perceive?
Or rather, am I that which perceives me?
Still she taught me:
Keep your swords a secret, and when the moment is ripe:
Strike! House cats have their part in the fight.
But I’m just a thinking thief, snatching ideas as I go,
Pretending to know that which I don’t.
She taught me:
At every moment there’s a choice:
Either you enjoy or you don’t.
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