my face in the mirror feels familiar
but I still have to know
whose eyes, nose, and lines they are
where was I, when they started to grow
we all have stories
is yours perfect, without confusion..
lately they said, mine is false..
will I have to erase my old illusion
my meanings have been broken
what do I do
just pick up the pieces, wrap them up
and hope for a glue.
but I still have to know
whose eyes, nose, and lines they are
where was I, when they started to grow
we all have stories
is yours perfect, without confusion..
lately they said, mine is false..
will I have to erase my old illusion
my meanings have been broken
what do I do
just pick up the pieces, wrap them up
and hope for a glue.
great blog....many different colors.....abt the poem really captured the ,to use yr word, illusion of not changing and the dilemma though it is inevitable...
ReplyDeletegreat thoughts....
hey bunny there was only one bunny this funny and that is bugs bunny.here comes the second..by the way what happened to old employees after M&A.
ReplyDeleteit was a sole proprietorship, with 0 employees, 0 investment and 0 earnings
ReplyDeleteNice poem. But what happened to your blog? It's like the Pirate English translation of Facebook, just that it is Bunny English here.
ReplyDeleteThings change. Change is good.
ReplyDelete(and, no Pirate-see here... everything original :D)