Borrowed Minds
There will never be another Me,
I live in you, and you in me.
It's in our minds, we are created:
A child, lost in the push of five,
reaching for a hand that will not stay;
A photograph kept flat and smiling,
tucked behind a musky fold of leather;
A teacher, standing at the front of the room,
Thirty faces shaping who we are.
And so we are
a thousand versions,
in essence,
just one our own.
In borrowed minds, glimpsed and half-remembered,
we gather pieces of who we are.
So DO, we must,
and CREATE, we will—
to leave behind
our essence.
Because I am you, and you are me, and we
are us, and them.
C.Ray 25, 2026
