04 Jan 00

Distance

Is it lack of responsibility

The use of you

Separation from reality

From the things you do

Why can't you say me

I did this

I felt low

Why don't you love me

It is I that want to know

Why throw doubt

On who possesses

On who errors who stresses

It is perhaps

As one guesses

Maturity has not come

I am not able to deal with me

When I am distressive

By

Everett E. Phillips, III