169. I Am Not Me
Before I knew it, My feet had moved. When I knew it, It was me who moved, Yet it was not I. "You will follow or suffer," It said. There I knew it, Silent but not afar. When the body followed, The lie was breached. I suffered. It was what the humans sowed, Our ability to know. "Oh," I uttered. Invisible, but not blind, I know this scar. Anatta