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.
Are You Reading Me?
2 comments:
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.
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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