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Click hereI was Evil Bo Weavel
the thunder roared
jumping bikes
over propped up boards
I was Dale Earnhardt
when I was sixteen
life was fast cars
and driving was keen
I wasn't who I thought I was ...
if you know what I mean
I went to a tournament
feeling like Bruce Lee
I had been practicing
and felt sharp and mean
I found myself
conscious, barely
my opponent 'was'
more like Mr. Lee
I wasn't who I thought I was ...
if you know what I mean
I got married
and settled down
home, cars and family
and the bills I found
You said I wasn't
the man you married
the American dream
had him worried
I wasn't the man I thought I was ...
if you know what I mean
I was Earnest
one pen-ship night
Socrates on his
mental flights
But I find myself
each early morn
looking in the mirror
a day reborn
I wasn't who I thought I was ...
I look in the mirror and scream!
And then you look in the mirror and scream;
for it's just hit you ~ you are the meaning of life.
I think everyone realizes at some point that they are not who they thought they'd be. Art, your words are not only thought-provoking, but cause emotion in the reader to rise and promote self relection. As long as we strive to be our best, that is the person we are meant to be. As always, your work is creative, introspective, and timeless. Thank you for sharing your soul with those who are privileged to read your work.
:o) Embraces~ Ashleigh
Truthfully chronicles our evolution through our lifelong goals and physical changes. It's amazing how life just passes us by, as is evident when seeing oneself in the mirror. Nicely put!
... working toward who we wish to become, it's all good. A very thought-provoking work, Art. Thank you! ~Imp
Art,
ty for your honest open heart here.. the growth cycle we all go through... others expectations, our own, lifes expectation, dust in the wind when we are grown...
beautiful babe..
ty
Du~