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adapt to the nature of which to that I'm feeling
closed are the various outlets in which
I alone am dealing
hone perfection to its highest form
off the bottle labeled desperation I have
purposefully sworn
would it be easier if into another era I had been
born
without my entourage of flippant biting remarks
I stand before you bared to the soul and bravely
unadorned
showing one's incompleteness is a difficult concept
to accept and atone
life would be so much easier if so much were not
left to the fear of the great unknown
I surreptitiously question myself
where will I go how will I fair
what more am I likely to learn
and with whom will I subsequently share
I always plan on being right or wrong but always
there
do emotions laden or go easy on the human soul
and who but God himself knows just what is the
ultimate goal
sometimes I feel my way but mostly I choose
thoroughly through a moment to think
because it's easier to walk away from an
unsatisfactory situation with great in depth
thought than with raw emotions dangling when
standing a heartbeat away from the plateau of
a toppling brink
I can be rather long winded
upon the subject of the helpless heart unmended
from my mind to the bottom of understandable
withdraw I have slowly descended
over backwards for even myself I have never before
bended
myself emotionally unconscious I have satisfactorily
rendered..............
(written April 9,1991)