“Who am I, anyway?”

I was staring at the water one day,

its surface rippling with an effervescent grace,

and I wondered, "Who am I, anyway?"

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Where I was standing there was mud and clay,

flowers blooming in their adolescent phase.

I was staring at the water one day.

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The waves distorted my reflection as they swayed,

my essence twisted, my features out of place.

and I wondered, "Who am I, anyway?"

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My thoughts started to drift away,

memories flooding back, so vivid and chaste.

I was staring at the water one day.

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The water glittered like a mirror, a pretty array,

a sight so pleasant, it brought a smile to my face,

and I wondered, "Who am I, anyway?"

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Standing in this tranquil, serene getaway,

I knew I was free and safe, feeling nature's embrace.

I was staring at the water one day,

and I wondered, "Who am I, anyway?"