I have loved, I have cleaved
Grasping at straws of who I may be
Searching, always, all ways
Gleaning bits and pieces
Of me

I am moving, I am leaving
Letting go of endless cleaving
New frontiers, lonely tears
Adrift in the cosmos of identity crisis
Oh me

I will vanquish, I will conquer
Seemingly endless questions
Struggle within the lonely lobes
Computing, not refuting
The real me

Will the real me please stand up?

By; LSF
August 5, 2004

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IONE L. (zaneygraylady) - 4/27/2007 3:12 PM ET

very good

Shirley C. - 4/27/2007 6:53 PM ET

the real me....and ever changing endless quest...

Margaret S. (morgan2010) - 4/30/2007 8:52 PM ET

Writing poems and stories; too many to read. But my heart pours out more, and I contiue to write! Words gushing out of my brain, with my fat little fingers, pounding on the keys. but, no matter how fast and furous I go, I will never be able to keep up with LSF. her fingers are just faster then mine!

Lisa C. (IrishHillbilly) - 5/8/2007 10:14 PM ET

It's not that my fingers are any faster...if you'll notice the dates on these...I just posted them all at the same time when I discovered this site.

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