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do you think anyone ever knew

that at times to get away from myself I pretended

to be you

so not to hold anyone to my heart too close or dear

to stay away from happiness and pain

not let one or either get too near

when I find I can't sleep

I don't count I imagine myself to be the sheep

what desperation is it that I carry inside that forces

me to keep on trying

what is it of myself that I am devoutly denying

why does everyone associate sadness immediately with

crying

why do I feel most alive when I feel like I'm dying

does dishonor trail quietly behind every trail of truth

and is the gift of time only bestowed upon the youth

I hear echoes of voices in my past saying pride goes

before the fall

yet when I try to leave this room of thought I find

no door of gentle peace but yet another wall

and that seems all I'm ever to be left to

a principal concept walking in on my confusion with a

different view

in my seemingly unending search for some worthwhile

valuable hindsight

I put myself away to make a place for a new day

by tearing down that wall that encloses me within the

night

and even though my vision is impaired 'til I'm nearly

blinded

I'm not so afraid as before when that wall spoke to me

and like a child

its authoritative voice I always minded

If I want myself to ever truly be mine

the very word 'MYSELF' I'll have to somehow find a

way to redefine...............

(Written Sept 27,1991 am)