Pendragon
10-02-2007, 09:13 AM
It’s Not Easy Being Me
It’s not easy being me—
Trying to face reality in a world of make-believe.
Where do I go from here?
Will there be firm ground on which to stand?
I’m endeavoring to fight a battle, without so much as a plan…
It’s not easy being me—
I’m starting to question all the things that I believe.
Everything is so uncertain,
Difficult to comprehend—
And I have so many questions about who and why and when…
It’s not easy being me—
Trying to contain the uncontainable in fragile boundaries.
They say someday I’ll know;
But can I hold on until then?
Undertaking to hold all of Eternity in the palm of my own hand…
It’s not easy being me—
A fog-shrouded island in a dark tempestuous sea.
I recall that there is a place
Where the water kisses the land—
Yet I feel like I’m just drifting; and I’m just too weak to swim…
It’s not easy being me—
Then again, who am I supposed to be?
My thoughts cannot be so complex,
That you cannot follow the path of my pen.
In my sometimes-haunting whispers, can I make you understand?
Hey—
It’s not easy being me—
Dale Harris
© 9/30/97
It’s not easy being me—
Trying to face reality in a world of make-believe.
Where do I go from here?
Will there be firm ground on which to stand?
I’m endeavoring to fight a battle, without so much as a plan…
It’s not easy being me—
I’m starting to question all the things that I believe.
Everything is so uncertain,
Difficult to comprehend—
And I have so many questions about who and why and when…
It’s not easy being me—
Trying to contain the uncontainable in fragile boundaries.
They say someday I’ll know;
But can I hold on until then?
Undertaking to hold all of Eternity in the palm of my own hand…
It’s not easy being me—
A fog-shrouded island in a dark tempestuous sea.
I recall that there is a place
Where the water kisses the land—
Yet I feel like I’m just drifting; and I’m just too weak to swim…
It’s not easy being me—
Then again, who am I supposed to be?
My thoughts cannot be so complex,
That you cannot follow the path of my pen.
In my sometimes-haunting whispers, can I make you understand?
Hey—
It’s not easy being me—
Dale Harris
© 9/30/97