| A self-aware person, Scouted out for pictures, Went for the best one every time, Was refining it; In his mode until long after, Didn't have time for anything else, Just involved in other things; Hissing; that's a bad sign. I'd cheer up about it. An only one determination Is not the same as live forever or born free. Somewhere after born free, For me to do the same things as when I was young, Where they tell me what's happening out of the borders, I'd hope not to lose him again. I'm not on an identity wave. "A Self-Aware Person," poem seventeen of "Lettersongs," unpublished work © 2008, Lisa Page Weil. All rights reserved. |