Left Hemisphere
Who am I? Who is me? In this world of clones, doubles and drones
Impossible to think in a world full of moans
The hallow man blows, the gray man across the sky
The shadows, shadows fall, but God I’m flying high
In a field of purple daisies, I want her to see
The man who is not gray but the man who is me
Sitting here in the corner of my mind
Watching the clock tick, tick away the time
The leaves of grass, they swirl and up and down
And slowly my feet, ascend from the ground
Battered and worn, black, blue and torn
Walking down the uphill street, dragging along my lonely feet
Right Hemisphere
In choosing me, I choose to be free, with a fee
The group has strength, no words with me
Can I choose to be free, can I afford that fee?
Being free allows space, an individual face
Life to be lived at a fulfilling pace
The space to move, the right to choose
Will I lose my face to be joined in the race?
Life is not a race to be dictated by pace
Life is about an individual face in a common place
Living life a new face at a time, playing with words – helping them rhyme
Floating on clouds making the most of our time
- Without a Me, You or a Him or Her, life would become a memory, strewn like a blur. Don’t race in this one place, my space. Slow your pace, make some space – and keep your face.
(College Park, MD)