Enigma

TrystanBehm

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)

  • Author: TrystanBehm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 26th, 2018 09:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: A cerebral battle that I fight every day...
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Kurt Philip Behm

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  • Caring dove

    really good ! i love this ! this line really stands out , for me
    ''
    In a field of purple daisies, I want her to see
    The man who is not gray but the man who is me''

    now , we would all want to focus on our attention on the purple, right, but we cannot ignore the grey as he has a voice which needs to be heard .

    we all need to be ourselves and i am not sure being fake or untrue, not sure it gets us anywhere ... no point trying to be someone we are not .. because i think and feel , that it does not get us anywhere .. a great piece of writing , truly enjoyed..

    • TrystanBehm

      Hi Charlotte,

      Thank you for the kind and insightful comment. You are right, it is always a struggle to stay true to yourself amidst all the noise of the world. Really glad you were able to associate with the poem! Have a great day!



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