Right side of left,
Is my mind sometimes.
Thoughts too correct,
Needing to bend at times.
Cycles of childhood spent,
Fostering indulgences...
Frozen in memories.
Doing my best to let them melt,
To release them from me.
Being the adult,
By experiences I've been dealt!
But I can not reduce them!
Too seduced.
Should I be?
Am I too right side of left?
And too away from being centered...
Where at this time,
Grounded as perceived
As the 'me' others see!
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