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By Ali Date: 2001 Nov 17 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.17.22.44.7290]] |
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You speak the truth, as you know the truth So it stands then, that you did not and do not love her I do not think that that makes you hollow I think that it makes you human... We are not perfect, but we are who we are And often we do things, without knowing the reason why We often act only knowing that we simply must And,well, that has always been a mystery to me... Once I walked down a path for no apparent reason at all There was a fork in the road, and I went left, not right I made a choice, I took a chance It was a decision that I made, even though it was wrong Even though I knew that it was wrong I simply went ahead and did it anyway And I couldn't then, and I can't now, tell you why I don't know why I did what I did And I am like you, I believe I know myself Yet, I cannot answer that one simple question... There is so much to you, to who it is that you are I find that I am amazed, at every turn Caught by every word, somehow Perhaps that is because you are a bit of mystery, to me But I agree with you, I believe that you do know yourself And to know oneself, to recognize oneself Well, that takes a courage that few people posses But aren't knowing and understanding two different things? For I know myself very well, but there have been a few times A few times where I don't understand myself at all... I speak these things, without knowing you I speculate, contemplate, and hypothesize And I find myself wanting to hand you answers Perhaps that's because there was a time, not too long ago When I asked myself similar questions Close to yours, but not exactly the same And perhaps I wish to find a way to give you understanding Perhaps I wish to help you, find reason or release Whichever, whatever Maybe I seek to give you these things Mabye because I could not give them to myself... |