I'm all Alone
I was thinking about him.
I just woke up from a dream.
He was here - he was looking at me
I was talking to him
He was desiring me
And then he'd take me -
I got stuck there
Staring out the window
My mind obsessing on my body
Which was feeling the presence of him
Because of an idea.
And then I woke up -
And this place where he'd been sitting
Was empty - just air there
And I looked around the room
Feeling alone and a little ashamed
Thinking, I let my imagination go.
It took me to a happy place
It knows how to make me feel good
And I let it.
Is that okay?
Can I admit to you I did that?
It just came out on the page.
Revealing a thing like that is scary
Prob'ly everybody does it
But nobody is talking about it.
So everybody is embarrassed by it
But why? Everybody's doing it.
But nobody is talking about it.
We are taught to hold back
Why, I wonder? It hurts.
It grieves me.
Maybe it's because I feel restrained,
That I have a desire - a driving, relentless need
To express the real Me.
Me! Me! Like a big raven in a tree
Yelling, Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw!
At the top of his lungs.
This is Me! Here I Am! I'm exuberant!!
Oh yeah, to whoop and holler!
Oh, I wish I was that raven.
Which is why I'm here, I suppose
Though my hand gets tired of writing
It goes - and goes - and goes.
Cause I'm driven to yell to the world,
This is Me! This is Me! I am here!
But I'm too suppressed to yell
From the top of a tree.
Here I Am. This is Me!
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