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sometimes i always wonder (so when will you grow up) if i will someday be - yet i am always moving forward — moving - is it true that we strive to arrive but miss the fact that the trip is the real trip - when will i be what i am (are you really (no but not you)) - how can i (or is it will) communicate (but you talk so much (do you ever say anything (who am i am you am me am i))) - and then i always assume that i will get my act together someday be like you (is the you you or the you me) is this the color of my mind so why would i ever want to be like you but to be the me that is is me - and which me is i i would want to be am i what i am or what i imagine me hm - either will be fine (are we ever what we are or are we what we imagine we to be (or is it me) - which is the question if i we me don't punctuate - is it you or is it me or the me i think i am or who i really am or is really really - excuse me sylvia is that you (or really you (or is this me that is speaking (or am i speaking (or is thinking really speaking)))i think i lost count) who is sylvia is she the sylvia i want her to be or the one you (you not me) imagine her to be?????????????????????