You don’t remember falling
But you must’ve fallen… reasons why you were born crying
You forget what you’ve forgotten
You think they’ll think you’re insane
When you deny your new name
So you shut out what you remember
A haze of a spirit entering a body
Energizing this entity
Your secret is safe
Even you can no longer tell
The truth from the myth
He knew what was wrong but could not be corrected
He looked at the mirror and hated what it reflected
Images no longer compelling
A stranger in the same old setting
He wanted to die just to start again
Then he slept and woke up a different man
Glasses with no prescription
Changed his perception
His eyes fooled him you see
They kept him from being free
All he needed were colored glasses made by his daughter
Saying happy new year to the best father
The child within smiles at the toys I see
The child within is happy to be me
Fascinated by the street lights and the sounds of the sirens that she’s only heard on TV
She wished this for me
The child within got me as far as she could
And now she smiles
Watches my life unfold as it should
There was a shift in consciousness
A change in view
The monster was a man
Holding a gun at you
You were the duck that landed
Trusting when you should’ve flew
Now you are back to your body
Not knowing what to do
Maybe I am the monster and the victim
Or just consciousness floating between bodies
Trying to find an answer
Of why
Must we to kill to eat and live to die?
It’s not an easy fix
Not to be me
It’s not a simple change
From what you can see
For I have only been “me” and I don’t know what else to be
So if my smile offends you
or
My body disgust you
Then there’s nothing I can say
For I am ME
And this way I’ll stay
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There it goes
Hiding behind logic and what it knows
An idea that’s not fully formed
The thought changes and grows
Quietly lurking in a corner of my brain
Not ready to scream out its name
Look at this world of mine
There are lights, and street signs
Detours and construction work
Things I never thought I’d see
…
Strange how life turned out to be
From the thirty minute walk in January cold
Just to get to a class and do as I’m told
…
To the wild dogs chasing after me
And the rain following close behind
…
I never thought I would find
Myself complaining about a traffic light
How did the sculptor know
There’s a woman hidden in the stone
There’s a life, yet to be born
?
Some are truths
Some are lies
Some are stories
Told too many times
Here lies a dream
In papers drowned by ink
Things, even if you steel, you can never take away from me
Land I forget, before I remember
Places where I used to belong
Earth that smelled much like I
There I lay
And awake I see
There can be another me
Immigrant in this earth but free
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(Was turning dark so I had to turn around)
Stranger Paths 
