Itís Only Me

 

By Marty Wollner

 

discflicker.com

 

31-Jul-2010

 

 

Only one point of view

Itís only me

 

One way to see

the things that be

 

One way of figuring

it all out

 

If itís great or bad

heaven or hell

right or wrong

thin or stout

 

I donít know

But things are looking bleak

Thereís plenty of holocausts

And a sea of red ink

 

And it all leans

toward the dark side of things

 

I always thought

My thoughts were mine

 

Could I have been wrong

This entire time

 

Of course I Ďm influenced

By the outside world

 

Of course there are people here

That seem just like me

 


But IĎve always wondered

Are they really there

 

Or is my life a big entertaining dream

 

Where nothing else exists

 

Nobody

 

No things

 

Nothing but me

 

My thoughts

 

Alone

 

I tried to explain it

In my stupid poetry

 

But Iím the only one

Who understands it

The only one

To read it

 

 

Iím the only one

One point of view

 

Everything comes

In through my eyes

The port through which

My world is viewed

 

And so, its like playing a game

Like playing on-line poker

You could be fooled

And think youíre playing with real people

That they are playing just like you

 

But they donít have to be there

At all

 

And probably ainít