SOLITARY TRAVELLER
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,
Nodding acquaintances?
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.
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©DGA 23.02.2011 15:35