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Id faze away I go to a place where only I know where I am. And when I get there -its just me And my logic Left to argue with each other And they'd bicker A great discussion. But only .I. know me.and.my.memories Cashed away for no one to find. Id relax, In this place made for me andIknow No one will interrupt me I have all the time for loneliness I can grasp But no I'm here Alone But there .is. No loneliness just.me onlyme Just me, not enough room For anything else. My thoughts -and I We’d converse Over right and wrong And sweat out a conclusion. Only I know- In my place- Of thoughts and my.place.of.room Plenty of room Only enough for me Lots of me -and it gains up on me That the world Itsgettingaway So I wake knowing I’m not by myself any more But with others Who had just woken as I did With a new concept of living And a different out look And I feel good But the world And my.quite.place Are not mixable Like water with grease, I just mingle Swirl around, drinking up others greed Until I’m full An then id be spit out Of myself Into my place with nospaceforfear. Squash.the.fear.for.there.is.no.room Andtheniddrink- Of wonder.this is a picture of what i think of the world and how i get away. my daydreams, i think, keep me alive and intouch with the world, but still just far enough away. i think everyone can relate to this one. this is the poem of mine that was published Written February 15th, 2002 © on Feb 15 2002 07:51 AM PST   17 • 1 • 9