Misty memories whirl in my head
Of past chances and old dreams
Dancing in a rhythmic crowd
Standing on the sidelines alone
Tears in so many false smiles
Visions in distorted mirrors
Promises in the bottom of a glass
Finding Love in the wafting smoke
Images wildly spinning along
Through each other's path
As faces swim in and out of focus
Events re-occur with vivid clarity
As I quietly sit and ponder the past
Tender touches thankfully remembered
Brutal force sobbingly relived yet again
Intense longing to truly be known
Deep-seated fear in real recognition
Just who am I anyway
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