iimonkeefunkii

Trapped Within The man I see across from me, is not the me I used to be. For me to be this man I see, would border on insanity. And though if he could possibly, bear some proof that he were me, It would not help to set me free, from this stranger that I see. I close my eyes, but still I see, this man from whom I can't be free. Ask the one who says he's me. He should know, Can't you see? It's all so simple, how can we, sitting here, just he and me, hope to both live peacefully, if I am him and he is me? This cant go on, this travesty. One must go, he or me. It does not matter truthfully, for either way I will be free. Upo