I wonder why I'm sitting here at all.
You wouldn't notice if I went away;
At least you didn't notice yesterday.
But then again, I answered to your call,
So was I really far away? I doubt
That I will ever really get away from you,
Unless, of course, you were to tell me to,
And then I'd do it, and I would be out.
Out of this life, this way of being me
Without consideration of myself,
My ego laid unnoticed on a shelf
Untouched and dusty. Who knows what I'd be
Without you; certainly not me. I sit
And wonder, but do nothing about it.
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