April 3,
1983 11:30 a.m.
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
The "Not You" Conspiracy
""I'm not you"", you scream
As you do the same things I did
And I view the same scenes
I've seen before
""I'm not you"", you cry
And you slip inside yourself nightly
Just like I did
Not too long ago
You aren't me - and yet you are
Because you're human just like me
And I refuse to reach out and touch you
Maybe because I'm afraid of finding myself
Isn't it a pity
That each one of us tells the world
We're so open, so enthusiastic
to the needs of others
So caring
But we're not really
We close and lock doors real quickly
I know I do
Even if I'm not you.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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