Someday I'm afraid I'll wake up <br />To find out that I'm not me any longer; <br />That I've become a stranger- <br />Or more like a nodding acquaintance- <br />But still not really me anymore. <br /> <br />Once I dreamed I was at the store, <br />Where I used my credit card, and when I signed <br />The signature slip, I realized at that instant <br />That I had forgotten how to write like me- <br />And perhaps even, <br />What name to put down there? <br /> <br />The world is so full of things not-us, <br />We are like a fly speck on society, <br />Or a one-celled amoeba within creation, <br />And the fact that we exist at all is an enigma, <br />An implausible, unbelievable paradox <br />That strains imagination. <br />But don't blink-<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-blink-4/
