In here's the place you'd find me,
if you really would care
Inside between the lines of my wrinkled eyes
you would find me
Each scar makes use of the abuse behind,
if to reveal the hidden not seen in me
Gray hairs and no hairs are your gentle reminder
that I have played my role
There are aches and pains ,
yet you've never heard me whimper a sound
Each morning that awakens is nothing more than a reminder
of the something I can never see again
You won't find me where others rehearse for a play that they never star in
understudies are they all.
I am who I am and all that memories could erase
to recant the me I never was
Puzzled and perplexed you are as you read the lines
that can't replace what you know to be true
My awakening was long coming,
but it is the inevitable of what always was me
So look back again,
through every line of this prelude to what is
As you look between the all that is seen ,
IN HERE is where you will find me.......and maybe YOU
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