by HL Moran

Created on: September 15, 2008

Authentic self
where do you hide
An epic search
I journey still

To find the path
where I can guide
Myself evolving
spirit and will

I only want to
rise above
Resenting
no new quandary

Over lego mountains
Screeching saxophones trill
Beyond these horizons
of laundry

Oh oracle is there
nothing more
Have I become
such stereotype

Nothing's new
under the sun
Suburban magpie
with grimace and gripe

But wait I see
Through streaked pane
Myself almost but
better yet

Beyond belief
So much the same
His eyes and chin
are set

The School Bus Stops
He steps down
He looks to me
No guise of gall

He never finds
anything wanting
Just as I am
I am perfect in all

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