Enigma

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)