Who is vulnerable to whom . . .
As I look at where I am
I wonder
what I should be trying
where I should be going
to whom I should be looking
Am I what I think I am, am, am,
where I’m going,
or what others think, thought, will think
I don’t know
I feel alone, separate from others.
I sense a caring
I want to fit. I think I’m right.
I want acceptance, acceptance of
where I’m going.
The truth is,
I will go there,
with or without acceptance
I do believe.
I care
And I see other horizons.
But I am me.
No one else
and I will accept the
challenge of being alone.
I am not, of course, alone
That is ego
I know that the fight I push,
and rage after, is not unique.
There are crowds of
underground--and just people--
who walk the survivors way.
We are separated by ego,
by problems of communication
and of sound.
So, what to do?
We try,
vulnerable,
both right and wrong--
certain of only one thing
that we are only what we sing,
the way we sound.
The Survivor's Way Slideshow
