Soliloquy.

As I lie on my back
And I breath out
Waves of quiteness
Wash over me

As I live on

I wander outside
Look at the trees
The birds
And I smile

Words
People
Ideas
And thoughts

Pass through
The panorama
Of my mind
Unattended

I feel the coldness
On my skin
The warmth
In my heart

Bereft
Of
Searing fire
The icy sting

The graceful ballad
It used to sing

Instead

There hums a trifle tune
A fire just went up
In fumes

And I wonder
If that's really
What I want
Is this me,

Am I mine?

Ill-equipped
Disinformed
Can solipsism
Really turn me on

I really don't feel
Too strong
As I feel my way
Against the wall

Framed
In the mirror
Is this
What it feels like

Being free
Being strong
Telling yourself
You are not

Wrong

Peace
All around
Utopia
It is found

And I wonder
If that's really
What I want
Is this me,

Am I mine?

But then
Why
Does this all
Feel so wrong?

The softness
The touch
The caress
The whisper

Your eyes
Your lips
Your hair
Your fingers

A throbbing heart
A calm conversation
The pain
Of simple reason

And I wonder
If that's really
What I want
Is this me,

Am I mine?

Do I
Mean to be..
Am I..
Are you..
Is our world

Really.. "Fine"?

The answers
Remain
A bit
Too far

But

The truth is out
For you to see

Remember
What I said
Was not always
True

I don't belong to me

I was
Am
Will be

Always

Part of You.

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