The curtains blow The songs sound The instruments play The children laugh If only for a day, they have set my heart aglow This thing we built 46 years ago The musician, the man The individual being that is so worn now The weary tired lines The pain he ignores The one and only that I’ve adored It can’t go on It can’t continue But each minute, I carry within me The beauty, the glow that surrounds me If only in My Mind
© If Only In My Mind ~ Patricia B. all rights reserved 2009If I weren’t me, Who would I be? Maybe a little bird or angel, up in a tree? Birds and Angels, both can fly… So, why not I? Sometimes we soar, sometimes we roar, Sometimes we just want more… The wanting hurts, we feel the pain, We cannot soothe it, we cannot let it go The wanting hurts until we can know For once and always, the wanting we didn’t need The wanting is merely a desire To be more than we think we are… It starts as babies… Always wanting what we can’t have… If I weren’t me, Who would I be? Who/What destined me… Who my parents were…. What/Who determined when my time would be? To take a place or just use up space…. Will I be again…maybe another time…another place? Then will I be me or a different entity? Have I been before or just always and the same? If I weren’t me…then who am I to be? For now, I’m just me Destined to be the best I can while in this place Wondering if there’ll ever be another chance….
© peabea (patricia) 2010
scribbled by peabea 10-23-09