I walk my journey in this world,
This life of mine, alone.
I may have friends, but who are they
Inside their skins, inside their heads?
Are we ever more than strangers,
I know I guard my inmost feelings,
Afraid to expose my limitations, my flaws,
Lest these strangers be not worthy of my trust.
Yet there are some I feel I have known forever,
In previous lives,
And others I should really know, but do not.
©DGA 23.02.2011 15:35