The Presences of the Self
I’m reaching for myself, as I want myself to be,
It’s not an easy thing to do, an easy thing to see,
I have a lot of garbage swimming round and round inside,
I have no time to be important, I have no time for pride,
I thought that I was gone for good, I thought that I had died,
The truth is that I’m deeply strong, I have my will inside,
I need to keep up all the work I need to do for me,
There is no one who makes a change, no one that I can see,
People who can understand are few and far between,
To me they all are in demand, their sight and will are keen,
I need to be alone though, now, especially as I am,
I could be one to one with me, I could be my own man,
I know the path to tread is treacherous and dangerous,
I must persist, if I desist, I’ll always die regardless,
There is no choice for me anymore, there is no safety zone,
There is no place to rest my head, there is no hearth or home,
I’m doomed to roam this world forever endlessly amazed,
I’m doomed to fare in weather good and bad until I’m dazed.
