Peel away the bravado, what do you see
A man, a human, simply me
No ole talk, no stories of notches on belt
No ego, no pump, no fluff
Look carefully, you'll see me, really
A man who wants love, attention, care
I'm not that different from you my dear
Show me you want me, you need me right here
Whisper sweet nothings, allay my fear
Peel back the layers and uncover what's there
Not just a name that goes with this face
But the human, the man occupying this space
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.
Monday, August 23, 2010
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I absolutely love this, Worthy of publication
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