| i mean when i bring it up from where it sleeps into my consciousness it creeps i can fall so far, so deep when i look at other people living promises i really meant to keep a voice inside lets out a peep and i can fall so far, so deep i don't understand why i just don't know how to give what others give all i know is i can share the here and now and that is how i live it seems people share more than that i mean they have histories and mysteries and plans together, intimacies i sit by myself and watch them play and i realize what is missing living i am what is missing, missing me no one knows who i am, missing me i don't know myself, but i'm here today and i say present when the teacher calls the roll and i say here when somebody calls my name and i just laugh when they ask me who i am and they laugh too but they never understand when i realize what is missing i mean the first bonding forms identity realize that it never happened to me looking for a song to sing when i look around at the world living taking sharing being for granted i am haunted and enchanted for i can be anything i don't understand why i was left out of the human condition all i know is i can share the here and now and that is my mission and i say present when the teacher calls the roll and i say here when somebody calls my name and i just laugh (and shrug) when they ask me who i am and they laugh too but they never understand i can fall so far, so deep i can fall so far, so deep i can fall so far, so deep i can fall so far, so deep for there is no end to me no fixed identity waiting for eyes to see who i was meant to be so far, so deep, just me so far, so deep, just me so far, so deep, just me so far, so deep, just me So Far, So Deep Ric Candor ©2008 BACK TO CREATING ME CROSSROADS FRONTDOOR BACKDOOR MAIN GATE WINDOW FAREWELL  EMAIL
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