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
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.