I am who I am

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  1. Posted January 30, 2024 at 6:50 am | Permalink

    I am who I am;
    With still no master plan, just getting by, doing what I can, just to stay alive, dig that jumpin jive,
    Maybe tomorrow, maybe someday,
    Someone Will notice, the little white lotus, the fragile egg, the membrane of time, so thin,
    Look at the state I’m in,
    Not broken, words were spoken,
    They were blunt, to the point,
    So I rolled another joint,
    Fear plays a part, bullying is an art, with the constant threat of violence, for what ?
    Me is all I got, I don’t pander ,
    I wander, through each page,
    If I’m lucky I’ll meet and greet the sage, he asks where is your cage?
    I left it behind I said, along with my bed, I’m losing the head,
    Where do I go from hear ?
    He said lend me your ear,
    He whispered gently,
    Just one word, NOTHING.

    Anthony Mc Gann.

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