there is this kind of self <br />that hides within us <br />lurking like another <br />kind of head on your shoulder <br />silent and yet so devouring... <br /> <br />this is the mystery of keeping <br />up with sanity, <br /> <br />compromises, neat and tidy <br />sometimes <br />and then dirty and rusty, who cares? <br /> <br />walk the road, and join the dance <br />lock the room and be so silent <br /> <br />talk to yourself and be at peace.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mystery-inside-us/
