There is a fine line
between the civilized
man and the brute
I walk that line..
I am nothing to look
at
Do not present a great
figure to the world
Have no titles worthy
of notoriety
But I have spirit..
A spirit born of truth
I am unknown yet well
known
Today I may be a hero
Tomorrow a coward..
Who can tell?
I weary myself with so
much thinking
Paradise must exist some
where between heaven and
hell
Betweem love and hate
Between wisdom and folly
Between what is seen and
what cannot be seen
Between imagination and
iron reason
Between sleep and walking
We can only dream of such
a world
But if I find myself drown-
ing in a river of doubt
If I feel lost and to small
to comprehend the big
questions
If I must blush because I
cannot understand the wisdom
in the creation of the simplest
flower
I am assured of this one thing..
In loving you..
I am free~