Tuesday, November 25, 2014

"I"

What is this "I" that is inside of me?
Why does it hide from me when "I" speak?
It seems to be a flame that has no name.
A spark in the darkness of the brain.
To try and tame it can make one insane.
Release it, and one will see.
From the things that "I" can create.
Rather it be fantasy or reality,
"I" can paint, to see the still of the real.
Sing for a "moment" become chosen.
The "I" remains open for all to see
the reality that resides within me.
The "I" that is truly free,
No matter what road "I" take.
The "I" in me rides on fate.
"I" thinks its great.
"I" thinks everything ....


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