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Reston, VA, USofA
The Sea and Me
All these faces, flowing like a sea.
All these faces, all of them, not me.
All these faces, but not the one I wish to see.
Flowing like a sea, none of them could be me.
The only person that could be me, is me.
No one can tell me what I am supposed to be.
For the only person that is me, is me.
Me, the man who stands out of the sea.
I can't be a doctor, a lawyer, a nurse.
I can only be me and I am stuck with this curse.
I am me and must follow my course.
I am me and act upon my source.
I am flexible and can be molded like a pot.
But I can't be a person, a human-being that I am not.
I am Gabe, I am me, a person you sought.
Sought by you, cause you thought I was kinda hot.
I am an artist, a musician, a poet.
I am me and alot of people don't know it.
I am a technician, a dreamer, a romantic and show it.
I am me and this, my hardest thing to do, must live it.
(Let me know what you think, e-mail me at GReiser83@aol.com with your thoughts)