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Friday October 25, 2002 at 05:22 pm

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So it’s Friday, tomorrow will be the big Halloween gig, I’m not too worried about it, just as long as everything goes perfectly, which of course it never does. But like I always say, “Hope for the best, Plan for the worst”.

Anyway I was going through my subscriber and stumbled upon Misfit’s, and a lil project her son had to do. So upon her suggestion that everyone who reads it should do the same and give it to someone, I went ahead and did one. Well since I have no one to give a poem to anymore, I’ll just post it like all the others, maybe even modify it or completely remix it to fit the still uncompleted “Fallen”.

I Am…�

I am…a wanderer of the proverbial sands of life, grasping from a meaning or reason for my own existence

I wonder…how this journey will end, if ever

I hear…the buried words, hidden in the darkness deep beneath the masks of the world, screaming to be heard by all.

I see…nothing, for nothing is what it ever seems to be

I want…To leave this existential journey for the tangible presence of someone to love

I am…a wanderer of the proverbial sands of life, grasping from a meaning or reason for my own existence

I pretend…That contentment is really happiness, and nothing is ever truly wrong on this journey

I feel…Like a part of me is no more, oblivious and lifeless to my surroundings

I touch…Few if any of those I meet

I worry…If I made a difference in the lives I have touched

I cry…When there is nothing more of me to give

I am…a wanderer of the proverbial sands of life, grasping from a meaning or reason for my own existence

I understand…What has happened and what is likely to come

I say…What needs to be said, though not always at the right times

I dream…Of another existence where this journey does not exist, where there is no need for the journey

I try…To find options in any situation encountered

I hope…this journey does not end alone and without resolve

I am…a wanderer of the proverbial sands of life, grasping from a meaning or reason for my own existence

3 Comments on “Friday October 25, 2002 at 05:22 pm”

  2. just got ur email and now things are much clearer. i thought the stuff that u wrote in ur blog is what the other person wrote, but u wrote it…right?
    great poem, hope the gig goes well 🙂

  3. jill scott and other neo-soul performers rarely come down to canada, and if they do, they’ll usually go to toronto…i’d give an arm and a leg to see jilly from philly perform!

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