I am wanting to be Me
For I am not sure if the way I live is me any more.
I am waiting to be me again as I am lost.
Sometimes I lost me in the pride hidden beneath "ME'
Sometimes to reach thee ,Walking your pavement to reach you.
I am now waiting to be ME.
Forgotten with time,
Buried in dust lies a part of me somewhere in History.
A piece I loved about being me.
Some persons in mind are but mirrors
ReplyDeleteReflecting what others have thought,
That make no original errors,
They are only able to quote.
You may ask their opinion on matters
That pertain to affairs of the day,
Their minds are but shreds and tatters
Of what all their neighbors say.