You are so beautiful, all eyes turn
As you walk in and walk out.
To me it seems as if you have it all
Immediate approval, restless stirrings
Wanting to know more, allure.
For me there are memories of things
That vaguely approach your high status
But only once or twice (and I was lucky).
You move around among us
As though anointed with the oil
That never runs out; perpetual motion,
Never-ending yearning, always being wanted.
It could be like a reign of joy and
Fulfillment for you, everything goes as planned.
Or, it could be a prison of prejudgement
That haunts the real you like a ghost
You cannot elude or a dream that won't
Dissipate in the morning's new light.
It could a lifelong party of exuberance
And camaraderie, full of happy, happy times.
It could be a lifelong disguise, a mask,
That cuts you off from all things real.
It might be a confidence builder that
Lifts you to the highest levels so easily.
It could be a confidence disaster that
Locks you in a room where you never know.
I want to be you. But, I don't want to be you.
Do you ever think
You don't want to be you?

01/18/2011

Posted on 02/03/2011
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