Everytime I study these lines
I can see I am someone else
I can sense I am someone new,
someone I shouldn't like, but do.
Parts of him I identify in myself;
the coward in hero's disguise,
the foolish moments forgiven
in anticipation of greatness.
I wonder when my name comes
up for its final call, will I have
lived a true moment, one that
is devoid of the confusion?
or will I finally show my colours,
as the violent shades of realization
finally paint me as I was and am,
a coward in a hero's disguise.
grins, good one, but uhmmm, does a coward really know he is one? or even think himself as one or rather make a gazillion excuses for whatever action he took or rather didn't take? :P
How do I explain why the things that I want to do are held back by only me....
You did a good job. But knowing you... Perhaps need to know more?
it's like you've a split in your mind. gee, you don't look like that kinda guy. *grin*
I always seem to want to know more..sigh..
SM, what kind DO i look like?