Am coming to grips
With
It's all about me
Not selfishly
But in the sense
That no one can bring me peace
Likewise
No one has taken it away
This would seem to bring one ease
But it makes me freeze
For it's up to me
Whether or not i'm
Pleased or not
Whether i feel held or forgot
You see
Though i talk or write a good game
I still hold to the same
Old same old
Of waiting for some breeze
To wisp me up on it's wings
To take me away from pain
Whereas, truth be known
Love be lived
Pain is my addiction to being a victim
In placing blame
Continually waiting at the door
With heels stuck to the floor
Without knocking for fear i'll be responsible for sure
And for fear it all is
Unless it's in freedom i live
Until i can release this tightening grip
I still am
A spiritual intellectual
Typing of "full"
Yet oh so scared to let out
What is already Within
mike
p.s. - i usually write of stuff like this when i'm kinda or quite depressed...and though tomorrow i may be about my way, back to "normal" let's say, still perhaps it's good i tie myself up in fits, that all i can do is stay home "sick", 'cause it brings out what lies dormant within..."a journey of a thousand miles begins with one step"...yes, unless you're afraid to take that step then all you do is remain on your step...sorry, but i know honesty here is worth more than gold and of my sadness i cannot hold but must let it out and hopefull let it go...