My legs went walking today,
on forever it would seem.
My mind went wondering today,
thoughts and images rushing on by.
Came home, sat down,
put my feet up.
Sat there in front of the mirror,
found myself staring into yonder,
for endlessly many hours on end.
Trying to see what it is that you see in me.
Still the puzzle remains not solved.
Still I don't understand
What is so special about me,
for you to choose to love me.
You're the cheese,
I'm the chalk.
I often feel as if I am keeping you back.
As if your wings have been clipped by I.
Wish to be like you, yes I do.
To do as I please,
say as I like.
Do what and when I want.
Without worrying of what others may think.
But I don't, I'm not.
If you wanted to depart,
go your own way,
I'll understand.
Just tell me.

Written: Thursday 27 December 2001