April 6, 1977
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Monologue
Okay, so you're all out there and everytime I shout you just pretend I'm not really here. I do need all of you I know I'm cynical all the time That's because I really knew you'd Be like this anyway. I'm proud I'm alive You're proud you're alive too. You just don't admit it. Hell, I never gave a damn for What was "proper" I know that because of this I've always been considered peculiar. Well, that's life. I really don't care about that. But I do care about people. I'm interested. I can talk about me for three hours And really say nothing. Why don't we all talk to each other. I know it's not just me. And I know it sounds like I'm talking about faults. We sure do think about faults a lot. Well, it's nobody's fault. And yet, we do control our destiny We can be ambitious Or placid We can be happy Or Sad The only thing we don't control Is interaction And that's because we don't try - When my mind and my presence Sense another human being I want to get to know them. I really do. Even if I'm different. Yes, I'm proud of everything I ever did. If I weren't I wouldn't have Done it. Just because we all come from different worlds doesn't mean we can't know each other. # Whether a person really knows Something Or is bullshitting Is one thing - But sometimes What we know Can be of Value To every one else. Are you listening? I do need all of you.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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