FINE FEATHERS

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I am quickly growing away from
all my former friends
I question my motives constantly
but still this strangest of feelings
never ends
is this all for the good
I feel I must at least ask
this indifference that has thrust itself
to the forefront
I find it difficult anymore to cleverly mask
in my tranquil state of euphoria I frequently
set myself aside so to bask
bewilderment follows suit quickly
there after, the situation is nearly impossible
to take to task
I try to hide my new self in my old self ways
but only manage to get angry at others for not
accepting the 'me' this poem tries to and
presumably conveys
am I growing inside too quickly
for certain hemispheres to comprehend the change
one can only stand so many blows to the self esteem
before one recognizes one's self trapped underneath
the title of the 'remotely strange'
for my distant future I'm not so certain of my long
term goals
on the sensitive soul
this very uncertainty can take many tolls
as I write I try not to use any jazzed up snazzy
jargon
I look for words that sound stable and strong
but fit smoothly as well into the bargain
one never can say anything without offending
someone
any outburst fueled by ignorance is unnecessary
if indeed not dumb
away from myself I once again rampantly run
victory is just another word
but nothing today has been solved or won..........
(Jan 17,1991)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

reasons for writing again..........

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