What qualifies as I? Who experiences your existence?
You can feel hot and cold, that's freezing or will scold
But can you locate the I that is you, your consciousness?
Divert you gaze inwards, become aware of yourself
Not your thoughts, senstations or personal relations
But the entity within, receiving these stimuli.
Through lack of this ability we find the 'I' is a nihility,
Every man, every woman is a place.
A location bound by our senses and experiences.
We fail to discover ourselves, let alone each other
There's no core I, that makes us who we are
Our individuality is our separate perceptions
This isn't a negative, just a fresh perspective
Whilst we define our existence, it also defines us
Appended to one until it is ended.