Sometimes I stand right in front of you.
Like a paralyzed mime, nothing I can do.
Questions and answers, I can't get to.
So I shout words, out to you.
You see me, you recognize me.
Look into my eyes, so you can see.
My thoughts become actions, I feel free.
Stopped with an idea, as I try to flee.
Only to be hidden behind skin.
Yet I am trapped within.
Stranded in my own mind.
Uncontrolled thoughts, you will find.
As I struggle within.
But it is the mind, that will win.
And break into dreams.
Lost in my mind, is how it all seems.
Monday, June 11, 2007
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