in a hundred we may see
a glimpse of personality
or a lie brightly webbed
a fairy tale to bring to bed

he gives we take
we make it ours
add reason to rhyme
skim stories from scars

but what we read
is as he wants us to see
he fashions and forms
a new reality

we think it ours once in our head
but the story is his
and we bring it to bed
how should one feel
knowing this
is it really ours
or is it really
all his

07/09/2005

Posted on 07/10/2005
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