Since You Asked...

With the tools of expectation, 
you built your life in a box, 
erecting walls within walls 
of self-centered protection. 
(knee-jerk reactions 
to the gamesmanship 
of adulthood). 

You built a maze, and lived 
with an angled sense of security, 
a myriad of corners, 
in which to hide from reason 
and common sense; 
you built from frustrations, 
from the idiosyncrasies of personality 
that expected too much from strangers, 
and not enough from yourself and those you loved. 

You left your happiness to others; 
and yourself, no way out 
but to look in another's eyes and be real. 

I don't know where we go from here.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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