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Close your eyes for me Son
Please, so You won’t see Me
The Other Man I become
Selfish is He; Uncontrollable
All that He wants in life
Is nothing I want for you Son.
He seeks no memories,
Nothing as important,
As numbing what haunts a Man.
The Other Me I Become
Heavens I can see,
Blue skies above.
And I believe,
Demons reside beneath,
Deep below my feet.
Where do you want Me?
As a man I have to halves,
Good and Bad,
Is the middle where you want me?
Unable to make two halfs meld
How can a Man
make two halves of himself come whole?
Neither a saint
nor lost soul
it seems, I am between
neither, yet something
incomplete, both shades of who I am
Who I just might be
The Me that got away
The Innocent, Genuine,
Foolish and Misguided,
Functionally Addicted
One Half says: I Am.
Then the Other Man I Become: Could Have Been.
I hate that man,
Other Man, I am;
Or will become.
The Half of me that is Reason;
He Believes, I am Decent.