Sometimes I want to be alone
Wishing just to be left on my own
To feel pain of a heart torn

Sometimes I need to be by myself
Content to sit feet dangling on the shelf
Me, myself with my sanity and health

Sometimes I just need time
Being a little selfish is not a crime
Body mind and soul combined

Sometimes I just don't want to share
It is not because I do not care
Just suffocating in life's cruel snare

Yesterday I forgot who I was
Today I don't recognise me
I have many different thoughts
But just one identity
(Just Me R)

Whilst lost through time, along with my identity, I lost my mind.
(Ryan Adler)

One light refracted into many
My prismatic soul, subdivided
Incandescent borne iridescence
I am transmuted stark incognito
(Bill Hughes)

I know I am 'YOU'
I feel you within me
Within my bones, blood, neurons, genes
I know I have lost 'ME'
Now my NEW identity is 'YOU'
(Melancholy of Innocence)

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How do we mend wavering pedestals...
When the ground beneath is parched dry.
Stemming off loose foundations that time had weathered wry.

How do we mend broken gazes...
When watchful eyes which were meant to see,
are blinded by the onslaught of half-truths and fallacy.

How do we mend burnt bridges...
When we never look back to trace heavy missteps.
We fail to admit to consciously springing obvious traps.

How do I mend ailing hearts...
When familiar corridors seem warped to a bend.
When my own is struggling and perpetually on the mend.

I whispered "I love you" in the breeze
Hoping you would remember our years
Let them travel with ease
My words  would reach your ears

I watch some leaves abound
Dancing above like my words
They floated in the air round and round
Till they tumbled to the ground

Being left behind
When your love is moving foward
Is not a sign
For your life to be over

As you ponder on broken promises
A future together
You gave complete honesty
And life forever

But some things are never to be
So my friends let me share
You are valueable, you see
Remember that and begin to repair

And every day that chain on my ankle gets weaker
And every day the rope round my neck gets looser
And every day the blindfold over my eyes gets lighter
The day will come when life will taste sweeter

I drive for the journey
Not the destination
What is the hurry?
We are all going to the same place anyway

Enjoy the ride, my friends.
See you when we get there