December 12, 1977
9:00 p.m. 
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Confrontation With Reality
I'm leaning on emotions
I don't understand commotions
Which rely on people
Comprehending nothing.
I grasp for greater notions
As I gulp confusion potions
And if I call to people
They don't understand my pleas.
I can tell that I am losing
And I'm clouded with confusion
I can see and then
I can't see where I'm at now.
The confrontations with reality
Are lacking in vitality
I am reaching
But I fall with bended knees.
My thoughts are floating higher
And they'll fade right in the sky or
The will fall to earth
And no one will want to listen.
I'm leaning on emotions
I don't understand commotions
And if I call to people
They don't understand my pleas.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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