I wondered
All these people I see
Some known, some unknown
What do they think of me?
I wished
White balloons of thoughts
Popped from their heads
And showed me what I wanted to see.
I guessed
I would then inspect
How many people found me quirky
And how many found me pretty.
I conceived
Darting out those thoughts
That I knew were misled or those
That portrayed my person untruly.
I realized
I am me to noone but me
And it would take forever
Did I go on a balloon bursting spree.
I poised
Content the balloons are nowhere
And that things are just fine
The way they were meant to be.
Monday, March 06, 2006
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