What is the way of me
(Not would but be)?

Am I a fleck or speck, or not?
Am I a spot? Or what?

And should I trust a place this big
Or give it to a pig?

Do I really want it all in sight,
Even in the middle of the night?

Can it be that I am not what I feel
But think?

by Robert Hampton Burt
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