You’re binding me to

See the real me

Is who I mean to be

Always loving and committed

To my song

Am I wrong to please myself

With a tune so new

That it’s label is but a fable

In the future

I can see who

I’m meant to be

And I think I’m bound

To you and you and you

This is my life

Always stating  the truth

Of what my life brings

So much sentiment today

As I lay my shadow at the door

Never forgetting who made me

But enduring the lost

As but a pause of me

Holding to the future is plain you

Try to say

But I see this riddle finding me

In a place that hides me as the flesh

To my bones

You may think you see the real me

But it is yet to be discovered

As I show you

My laugh

The depth of it stays with me

Keeping me in solitude

Offering the magnitude

Of what is becoming

Keeps me going hoping

to keep my secret

of who I’m trying to hide.


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