Living is us are countless beings

Living is us are countless beings.
When I think or feel, I don’t know
Who it is that thinks or feels.
I am merely the place
Where things are thought or felt.

I have more than just one soul.
There are more I’s than I myself
I exist, nevertheless,
Indifferent to them all.
I silence them: I speak.

The crossed impulses of what
I feel or do not feel
Argue about who I am, but I
Ignore them. They dictate nothing
To the ‘I’ I know: I write.

*Fernando Pessoa under the pseudonym Ricardo Reis.