ALSphere Foundation
I am not one, but a rabble
with numerous psyches and their rattles.
Those synchronize to give a feel
that they listen to the one in the lead.
The obedience is such that
I often don’t realize that I am made of parts.
I believe I am whole
sole mind and a single soul.
But oft when a tiny bit
decides to abandon to quit,
the fact dawns
that to build me bit by bit
the chunks have gathered upon.
When ideas abandon,
when the feeling of happiness leave.
Sometimes despite the situation,
I am left blank, abandoned by grief.
Unable to think, but I am forced to believe
that prone to getting broken and abandoned
by my own some, I am many not one.
