Behind my back, tied tight
the wings of ecstasy, forbidden for flight
I look around, he must be near
the cause of this plight, this state, this fear.
That constant presence of another being
the knowledge, all the time, of being seen
I don't know where to put the blame,
when I see myself beaten in my own game.
Someone's there, who could see through me
play by my rules, yet find the pass-key,
I wonder about this present company
my own reflection, this unknown enemy.
No matter what I plan next
someone's there, who knows me best.
I struggle here, all tied down
not let my being turned a pawn.
But the truth that I try to evade
and let this knowledge in my memory fade,
I don't have to look around to see,
this unknown enemy lies within me.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
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