to be someone
else not me
even if for only
a moment
just to look and
see someone else
in the mirror
said he sees me
in the mirror
wishing those
words so true
amazing how
small the actual size
and importance
doing what bores
the rest and
myself at times
parents wishing
for me
to be more like
someone else
not even knowing
what
someone else is
like
having only what
is here
and even that is
not mine to have
asking what is
the problem
there is one
idea existing
manifesting
itself in the recesses
of a stagnating
mind…
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