Saturday, May 13, 2006


Searching for something I can’t seem to find,
The prospect of tears flows through my mind,
Thoughts of conformity stay left behind;
I know I’ve got to be me.

Searching for someone with whom I can share,
The prospect of judgment seems unfair,
Thoughts of myself may need repair;
I long for my identity.

Searching for answers to questions obscure,
The prospect of change makes me unsure,
Thoughts of deceit leave me impure;
I demand my share of liberty.


Crunchy Weta said...

To paraphrase an old thingamybob:

If you love someone, set yourself free


Hope youfind what youre looking for

Or as my mum always said

Good things come to those who wait.

rch said...

Hey Glenn,

Wrote this a long long time ago, and though maturity has mellowed the ache I still find myself every now and then saying - "I'm still waiting."