A very short poem, or a very long question

Was I a mystery when small,
The actor in my one-man show;
Writing poems you’d never read,
And reading books you’d never know?


Actually, I don’t think this is either a short poem or a long question. I suspect this is the first of several (mediocre) stanzas, but I’m not quite ready to go where they’d take me.

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