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my heart likes to play tricks on my mind
sometimes these bouts of trickery can be cruel
while others quite kind
life can be dangerous should the heart and soul
decide to combine
when one is in complete darkness that's the best
time to shine
I've been told I treat myself unfairly when my
pace is set against that of others who are much
more prepared
it's not like I feel inferior to anyone
I'm just a little leery and somewhat scared
I'm not always this quick to step forward and
discuss personal matters
but as the soul slowly unwinds itself
the intensity of the situation simultaneously
shatters
over everything I lay down lines to
I think what the hell have I really got left
to lose
perhaps all this pretense over my many short
comings is merely a highly provocative ruse
if emotions were color coordinated
I'd corner the market on the reds and the blues
I'll end this now for I have nothing else left to
say and we all know rhymes come in twos
so me for now you really must excuse.......
(written June 12,1991 in the pm)