The clarity was amiss
When I saw myself today.
I was clandestinely
Pleasing in a delicate way.
I could surrender my solitary hope
To maintain my fanciful tale.
Or if I palliate these un-lucid thoughts…
I could simply turn and prevail.
There are meandering footsteps
Asunder from this pleading.
I’m alone to experience
This unpalatable bleeding.
I’m scared to be
The only one to see
That you’re not the one misleading…
So, that means: it must be me.
August 14, 2003