Continuation 17/7/07

Confusion born from illusion
A self perpetuating seclusion
Alone with my thought
I m wondering is it self taught

With me nude is too often crude
Is it my desire i ve misconstrued
Displacement finding its replacement
Or is it to myself i m adjacent

I m in love with the words i create
Its my place in the world i hate
I wonder if my words impress
Maybe its the only way i can confess

What is it the world makes of me
A freak fool want to be
Or a man expressing what he has inside
Trying to understand his divide

As i sit here now i know i ll continue down this path
Hopefully along the way discovering my internal laugh
Never by denying what is there
Finding a way to myself to be fair