Treasure Island

Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel

(11.06.1960 / Philippines Manila)

THE UNKNOWN MAN


THE UNKNOWN MAN

For the tall unknown man
Who keeps hunting my mind
I always wonder who you might be
Just tell me your first name
To ease my inner turmoil
Weeks and months are passing
And I more and more
Think about you
the tall unknown man
Even though I know I shouldn’t
I look out to have a glimpse at you
Now I take the opportunity
I must give it a try
This is as if another me is pushing
Do not judge me wrongly
Please be assured
no intention to bother you
Maybe you have an idea
Who I might be maybe not
Forgive my impudence
This isn’t naturally me
But I take this one and only chance
To get in touch with an unknown man
Who keeps hunting my mind
So please be kind

Submitted: Thursday, May 28, 2009
Edited: Monday, July 06, 2009

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