Do you recognize me?
I am the offspring that you bore;
Your son, whom you brought up.
But I am not completely yours:
I am somewhat mine,
And somewhat of the world.
Do not weep and moan
About all my vices and faults,
Which have now begun to stand out.
It’s not your fault,
You did nothing wrong.
You moulded to your ability’s best,
Aided and hindered by those around you.
Yet you fail to realize,
That in my making and moulding,
That there was one person
Whom you forgot to account for;
You forgot me.
Creator and creature, maker and machine,
Owner and property, guide and follower,
I am partly my own.
You did what you should have,
And so did I.
Now I stand before you,
A symbol, an image,
One confused being.
Who was and is wrought
Partly in your image,
And partly
On who knows what!
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