I dabbled in all kinds of abstractions

That Dylan re-invents himself on every cd

That different people get to see different sides of me

The intellectual stoner is that the new Isak?

Well not stoner, I don’t want to end up in drog fack

So who is the real me, and can anybody see me?

More specifically, can anyone, see the real me?

The question I should ask myself am I Fee?

The Phish song

The comparison gets lost all along?

So shy, quiet, well-mannered, and altruist?

Is this how you would describe yourself

in a cloud of mist?

Yeah, sure, but Isak can you point a finger more precisely on the real me?

It is a song off The Who Quadrophenia

That was a divergent answer and anyone that has followed along knows you have part of your diagnosis schizophrenia

A self-conscious ex-drug-user that likes to talk about things that no one has heard

Always on the outside to be on the outside isn’t that philosophy absurd

It is beautiful trying to do something for the world

I try to re-program myself from everything I have learned

And how is that going?

NOWHERE FAST, I have been formed by my upbringing, society, etc. and it is like rowing

a boat up-stream it doesn’t work

You can not re-program yourself and INSIDE it makes me berserk

So you tend to avoid the question who is the real you?

Am I being interviewed, are we two?

Back to just myself

Every book I own, except, my backgammon, I have put on a shelf

YOUUU AREEE AVOIDINGGG THEEE QUESTIONNN AGAINNN

Ok it is back to just me

Who is the real me?

(I close my eyes to think)

A friendly person, with a helping-hand, though my heart has grown cold, in this harsh land

That is the answer I came up with

and at 8:40 AM

That is what I say I am

Allright instead of up above interviewing yourself

Can’t you bring in a third person to see reality itself

Sure, Magnus, said to be an author you have to be able to be an actor?

Well, that would put a dual-personality, satisfactory

Can I see the real me

Can I see the real me

Can I see the real me

How did I get so jaded

Run away train never coming back… Run away train wrong way on a one way track

Soul Asylum

Well sometimes I feel like Fyodor Dostoevsky character in ‘’The Idiot’’

Put in an asylum or just the opposite

With RIGHT MEDICATION I COULD WRITE LIKE A GOD I PROMISE IT

So Fee some more coffee

Buddhist prodigy

Buddhist prodigy

Buddhist prodigy

Just the character in the song

So all the talk about being a druggy is wrong?

Yes, I am clean, and have been for a long time

I have no desire to even drink to put together rhymes

You write best sober

Or so I have heard

Now today let me fly like a bird

That sure as hell won’t happen

A mental prison

Can I see the real me

Can I see the real me

Can I see the real me

Can I see the real me

Can I see the real me

Can I see the real me

Can I see the real me

It strikes me… can I BE the real me

Can I be the real me

Can I be the real me

Can I be the real me

Can I be the real me

You have to put on a coat of armor in these times

Can I be the real me

Can I be the real me

Can I be the real me

Can I be the real me

Nice, but harsh on the outside

Same answer as above

Let twice suffice

The answer… no that was can you SEE the real me

Can I BE the real me

Can I be the real me

Can I be the real me

Can I be the real me

With my long-lost love probably (and I’m not talking about Per Edström!!!)

Ah, how beautiful

Can I be the real me

Can I be the real me

Can I be the real me

Can I be the real me

Yes, No, Yes, No, Maybe so, Yes, No, Yes

With my true love maybe

So the poem ends

Can I see the real me?

Who the fuck knows the answer hahahahahaha

Can I be the real me?

I don’t know, I’m probably too jaded, to show my true colors