Saturday, May 13, 2006

Searching

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.
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2 comments:

  1. Crunchy Weta1:46 AM

    To paraphrase an old thingamybob:

    If you love someone, set yourself free

    etc

    Hope youfind what youre looking for

    Or as my mum always said

    Good things come to those who wait.

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  2. rch4:04 AM

    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."

    Thanks,

    Bob

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