Thousand of me

Sometimes I wonder what's my definition?
Or do I have a word of some description.
Am I the one who genuinely cares?
Am I the one who always gives and shares?

Sometimes I wonder do I have a mask on?
Or should I stop to calculate and reckon?
Am I the one who's standing close to edges?
Am I the one who's wishing for the changes?

Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I hide it,
Sometimes I lose my strong will and my spirit,
Thousand of "me" stuck there in one boat.
But all of them are walking this one road.


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