22 December 2011

The play

Breathing it in,
then letting it go.
Why control the natural flow?

Watching life,
played out on the stage.
Desperatly grabbing hold,
of every given role.

New places,
becomes familiar.
Familiar faces,
defining who I am.

Being a spectator,
judging what I see.
Is it really me?

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