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Which Me am I?

I'm not always the same,
I change from hour to hour.
The change is almost instant,
Yet only if you are looking.
With music I am free,
Other times I am chained.
I have nothing to call my own,
Except my music.
If you see me playing music,
I seem calm, at ease,
But take away my security blanket,
And I am just lost and confused.
With my music I can be free.
With my music, I am me.

© 2005

Submitted: Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Edited: Saturday, December 11, 2010


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  • Michael Gale (12/26/2006 5:59:00 PM)

    A real great write. Hadda givvit ayTEN.
    God bless all poets-MJG.

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