What am I?
But a lone dreamer that ambles in oblivion
Amongst giants and dwarves upon this bare shore
Making me my own doodling trail…
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Me
People look at me In gentle expectation Then with a missed question comes the flickers of uncertainty Sometimes I feel like an incomplete clone Yet I am more complete than them My hands, my eyes – my lifeblood, my identity, my world.
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One day, maybe, you will hear me talk with you
And yes, I do.
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