Two people can look at one thing yet see differently. That's no surprise. But as to why we are what we are, as to how we became as we are, it's a thing, and we must step back and have that look in order to move forward.
In the art of being me, there will be none of you.
Over and over I've gone through and said "Done."
I am still here, trying like I've just begun.
Don't ask why. I am far too shy.
To show, to share a part of me here.
Don't be confused nor think deep.
All the answers are within your reach.
I wish I've known. Or I wished not.
The gift, as they say was a curse I'd like you to take away.
One Shot Poem
