The Me You Can Se

The me you see is not myself, he’s tucked away on a high shelf. A shelf built with painstaking care knowing nobody could hurt me there. I know it seems that I’m always there - a platitude here and a funny joke there. But til I can know who you really are - I will hold you off and at that from afar. Should I discover the courage to leap from that shelf - I think just maybe I could be myself. Somehow I know I’m incomplete only a half in search of the whole but I’ll continue to await my kindred soul. If that someone is you we will both surely know and then off to live we will happily go. Many before you have tried to make me take the leap, but it is after all my life to keep. So please stay near and be my friend as I have no idea how this might end. It could end all is well and really be great, or end really sad and be really bad. No matter which way it might go – it’s all about the hunt – Tally Ho! The best lessons of life I have learned always include getting burned. Singed with the fire of reckless desire or standing vigil at a funeral pyre. So it must be true what they say – the good they die young and the old fade away. I must be the latter and so goes my life and if I may I bid you good day.