Oblivian

Standing outside of myself, I'm looking at me I'm somewhere between lost and free. Devastation seems to be how I got to this place; I look in the mirror at me, but I see a different face. All by myself; even when others are around. I carry what I can; where I am is where I can be found. The further I get from reality, the clearer I can see. People look like they are talking, but all I hear is me. I guess I never even knew me; I'm having a meeting of my mind. If I had a choice of what lies ahead, then contentment I hope to find. Peace and beauty within me, as I carry myself with pride. Everything I say and do is on impulse; I have nothing to hide. I am sending this shout out to all who wish to know, It was through this time of oblivion, that I was able to grow.