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Have You Forgotten Your Name?I spotted a child,
Mixed in with the crowd,
Her confused eyes,
Settled just below the brow.
I pushed through the crowd,
And knelled down by the child.
I then asked in a kind voice,
"Are you lost dear child?"
"No ma'am. I am with the crowd,
So I am right where I need to be."
She had replied quickly,
And I was shamed to hear such words.
"Have you forgotten your name?
Are you sure of who you are?"
My question puzzled her,
And she furrowed her brow.
"I was blind to reality,
But now I see,
Just how distorted,
This world has come to be.
No one knows who they are.
Everyone is just like everyone else,
They are scared to be different,
They are scared to be unique."
The girl looked confused,
And at a loss of words.
"What do you mean?
Have I forgotten my name?"
"You are just like the rest.
You are lost in the crowd.
Now answer one question.
Who are you inside?"
A moment of silence,
And a thousand puzzled thoughts,
Then she looked up at me,
And she told me the truth.
"I am me.
You were right.
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
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