AND WHERE CAN A MAN FIND HIMSELF

AND WHERE CAN A MAN FIND HIMSELF

A Poem by A Word
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04/03/2000

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IN A WORLD THAT IS NOT YOUR OWN.

CONSTANTLY CONCEALED BY A WEAK IMAGE OF WHO

YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO BE.

SO WHO ARE YOU SUPPOSE TO BE?

WAITING RELENTLESSLY IN THE STILL OF THE DARK TO BE FOUND;

FOR WHOM OR WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW.

IT'S THE ANTICIPATION THAT KILLS YOU!

WHERE CAN A MAN FIND HIMSELF?

IN THE WORLD THAT WE ALL CAN SEE,

OR THE WORLD THAT ONLY HE CAN SEE?

IN THE HOME WITH HIS WIFE,

OR IN THE WILD WITH HIS NEW FOUND LOVER?

AND WHO IS TO SAY THAT HE IS

RIGHT OR WRONG,

CIVIL OR DARK,

A MAN OR A BEAST?

WITH THAT SAID, WE ARE LEFT WITH THE QUESTION OF

WHERE CAN A MAN FIND HIMSELF?

NOWHERE, EXCEPT EVERYWHERE HIS HEART CAN'T GO.

© 2008 A Word


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I know hu? Our heart can't find us and we can't find ourselves by following it. It's to damaging and crippling to our character. Wow that sounds depressing...

Posted 16 Years Ago


no where else! :)

Posted 16 Years Ago



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