The me-of-me
Right now is peaceful
There is an inner sanctum
That is jubilating
In loud and quiet vibratory beats
My blood runs warm
My heart no longer feels hollow...
Though this shouldn't be, it shouldn't be
Why am I so happy,
The me-of-me
When my greatest wish
Deserts me it seems
With a recorded message
I am dismissed
In the name of trust, truth and love...
I was number 2, or number 200
All along, wasn't I?
Yes I was,
My vague, insecure man...
But someday,
Maybe,
In some crowded place
You will see me
And remember...
You'll remember me,
And that's all I need...
Though this shouldn't be, it shouldn't be
Will our mysteries
Never be answered, my friend?
I find you admirable,
Even if your search for the truth
Was at my own expense.
What happened?
Maybe I'll never know,
But, that's okay...
Because, maybe it's better this way
How did you think of me?
How did you see me?
What did you really want from me?
What did I do?
Did I do nothing wrong?
Maybe,
You just never DID see
How many times
I wished it and willed us to be,
Too much too soon,
Or too little too late --
For the true you-of-you
And the real
Me-of-me...
E.A.Altamura, Copyright 1998
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