Faces
By DocMccurdy
When I look around myself, I see faces, When they converge, then, my heartbeat races, I tell myself to wake up, they are just dreams. For of reality I can find little, but only traces, It's so difficult to live in, these confined spaces, Oh to be able to flow, like unabated streams. I live in a dream world, by myself alone, A world of fantasy, of men made of stone, I shun from the living, I stifle my screams. Those ambitions of mine, the wind blown, And I remain to the world, hidden, unknown, My visions are darkened, yet my eyes gleams. When I look around myself, I see these flares, they stalk me at all times, like alarming nightmares, Entering my mind and body, that's what it deems. Yet, when I gather my spirits, my substance scares, Strength that once possessed me, no longer dares, Then have I lost my senses; or what it seems. When I look around myself, and see these faces, Then freedoms round the corner, to take me places. Written November 1st, 2001 © on Oct 31 2001 11:47 PM PST 0 • 13
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