Shades of me
I tend to live in a fantasy world, wishing me away,Wishing and dreaming I was someplace else.
Wondering how I would be as someone just...
not me.
I make a new life now and then,
I live it.
Feel happy, and actually believe I am
quite happy indeed.
But then comes the time, when I change,
Do I change? Becoming a new me.
There must be a thousand shades...
of me.
Too many shades if you ask me, there is.
So many it must get black one day.
Not soon, maybe never, I hope it changes into...
to not change, would be good.
Poetry by passed out
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Written on 2005-08-06 at 18:16
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