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| Keeping Me Guessing by � chibilunacat If you were to check on me I'd be laughing just the same, For some reason I can't tell you it hurts, Or what lie beyond my name. They say a person is their name, Or a title there instead, But how do you title beyond the living, Or come to know a person who is dead? They say they can't tell me of you, And I can find it in know book, I must be content with what I have- To listen, feel, and look. How do you embrace the moving, Those who are not here? Do you encompass within a dream- What in live you'd cower from with fear? I cannot seem to find a name, Or a title to belong- I can only guess it's random, The repeating chorus of a song. I can't quite figure what it's for, Or simply what it's worth- It's a never ending, winding cycle, What we call our "rebirth." Are you simply saying then That I do not exist? Can I tally up the reasons, Shall I further insist? I can feel you, and myself- But I have lost my sight, The grasp I had is slick and failing, And figures have clouded out the light. I must ask and always wonder- What it is you need from me, A hug, an ear, someone close or there- Pleas tell me what I need to know, to be. You seem to wholly encompass me- From near and yet so far, You seem to be keeping me guessing- At why and who you are. So we'll drop it for now, Until I go to sleep; Until I dream of you again, I bid you, my secrets, to keep. Terra Mae 4/11/2002 |