Some Thoughts
Aug. 28th, 2004 11:38 pmI am not me.
I am not me because me is undefined.
Me is a wanted thing.
A thing so desired, me reaks of mysticism and intrigue.
Me taunts and remains reclusive and alone.
Me cries in a pain that obscure but real.
Me reaches out, longing for acceptance and unwavering belonging.
Me longs for peace of mind, body and soul.
Me craves to be normal and average rather than abnormal and below average...
Me strives for patience and acceptance of what is rather than what could have been.
I wish I could grasp me and claim me and OWN me.
I wish I could understand me and believe me and LIVE me
I wish I could just BE......me.
I am not me because me is undefined.
Me is a wanted thing.
A thing so desired, me reaks of mysticism and intrigue.
Me taunts and remains reclusive and alone.
Me cries in a pain that obscure but real.
Me reaches out, longing for acceptance and unwavering belonging.
Me longs for peace of mind, body and soul.
Me craves to be normal and average rather than abnormal and below average...
Me strives for patience and acceptance of what is rather than what could have been.
I wish I could grasp me and claim me and OWN me.
I wish I could understand me and believe me and LIVE me
I wish I could just BE......me.