The Search for my Identity
I, me and myself
Diversity within a unit
The creation of the super fuzz flower.
As my worlds collide
With each other
And with you and her and his,
I wonder,
I despair
I feel cheated, hurt and sad
And am surprised
How could he/she could do to me?
Same tune reverberating
From her world and his.
I hear what I want to hear
And see what I want to see
That becomes my world.
And the truth remains
Mutable, pliable
The eternal prey of the fuzz factor.
The surfer in me
Riding the waves of unseen,
In an unfolding path
Continues the search for
Me and myself.
((*.*))
September 10, 2000
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