Struggling for familiarity in unfamiliar faces
Fading images with closing eyes
Never far from my inner sight
Faces in her, in him, in it
Unfamiliar to my naked eyes
My naked eyes are telling lies
Round cheeks and broad bright smile
I've seen it before, I'm unsure
Hypnotic hips, powerful thighs
Have I laid at their sides
Uncertainly familiar with the images I see
I can't tell
Are my eyes playing tricks
Are the unfamiliar familiar to me
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
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