Standing in the Depth of the Forest

Standing in the depth of this forest,

Suddenly I lost insight of who I am ---

There are millions of voices chanting, shouting and whistling,

Struggling to tell me who I am;

there are millions of hands stretching out,

trying to grab me and show me,

who I am.

Who am I?

or rather ---

Where am I?

This is a question worthy of asking

myself.

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