My deeds


I don’t know their origins;

What do I know about them-

Some are quite bizarre;

Yet others fall uncanny;

Still some interesting and intriguing.

They had been with me years before

They were with me yesterday.

They are still with me now.

My thoughts are seeds for tomorrow’s

Will I be there to see them?

How many of them were mine, conscious and genuine?

I know one thing for sure- I am not my deeds.

Most of them have nothing to do with me.

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