once I wake up a new baby in the world

We’re each of us many people in one;
we conflict with ourselves,
contradict ourselves,
transform ourselves in every second——
who in you is You?
I’m sometimes very cynical and other times very idealistic and naive.
I know nothing.

I don’t understand why we have this mystery Brain
and how it came to be this way, asking about itself.
Self-deluding Shapeshifter,
reporting for duty.
A mirror looking for itself in itself
in itself
in itself
in itself
Everyone knows everything.

I wonder what it’d feel like to be a Mountain.
What would matter then?
What would I know?
Or be a plant! That would feel nice probably.
A green vibration through roots in deep warm soil.
Maybe I’ll see
once I wake up a new baby in the world
or realize all that’s a buncha bullshit