Esse est Percipe

I am a word, define me if you must
I’m just this guy who seeks to know himself
True, Thou art God, thus in thy word I trust
Your word and I are books upon a shelf

Come read me and define me, soon or late
Perceived, I come to be the guy I am
Though not to be might also be my fate
If you perceive me not, who gives a damn

The oracle at Delphi let me know
That I must know myself before I seek
To know the future paths I seek to go
The future words I want to write or speak

Perceive me not; I couldn’t give a damn
I’m just this guy you know; it’s who I am.

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