To be Me

Incapable of free thought,

When the unconcious mind plays,

Through the deep night,

Visions of granduer and delight,

Weird, sometimes wanting to take flight.

Then the conscious sight returns,

And the fright gives in to bright light.

And a new plight,

To find the Right,

To be me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Cause it's hard to be me sometimes...

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