| Title: |
Meandering Musings |
| Author: |
Blue Ben W. |
Narrator: |
Blue Ben W. |
| Kind: |
Poem |
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MP3 |
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00:06:00 |
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8.24 MB |
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Meandering Musings
By Blue / Ben W.
~ 2008-07-09
- How do I say what needs to be said?
- How do I make the change?
- Who am I telling?
- Me? You? The world? Who?
- So many things occur to me.
- Yet I don’t know
- If my words have any effect.
- I don’t see much change in myself
- From my own advice
- So why do I bother to give it?
- It seems like no matter what I say
- No one, not even me, quite understands.
- So what is the use? What should I do?
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- And yet…
- People say they like me, sometimes.
- People listen, a little, maybe.
- People keep telling me what’s in their life
- Without me ever even asking.
- That woman in the grocery store
- She just needed to unload and ask?
- And all I did was listen and say it’s OK.
- What was that? Did I help any?
- Why did it happen?
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- What are all these events in my life?
- Times when I feel like I’ve done good.
- Times when I feel like I’ve failed.
- Times when life dumped things
- I didn’t expect, or know how to handle.
- What am I supposed to learn?
- How do I change me?
- How do I bring that change to others?
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- What are all these people in my life?
- Friends I love dearly, and a few who love me.
- I’m grateful, but what about when we don’t get along?
- What is it? Is there something fundamentally wrong with me?
- How can I fix a thing I don’t even know is there?
- I can’t even fix the things I do know are there.
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- Friends I care about, who don’t seem to care back.
- What do I do about that? I like them, even so.
- Are they really friends, or am I fooling myself?
- People I want to know better, yet they keep away
- While I keep too distant from people right near.
- I want to do some good, so my life means anything
- So there’s some reason that mattered, when I’m gone.
- I honestly don’t know if anyone will remember.
- When they clear out my stuff, what I wrote, what I drew
- And all the things that mattered to me
- And after all the people I loved are gone.
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- I miss some people I really love, still love.
- They’ve moved on. They’re far away, and gone.
- While I am left alone. What was all that?
- Yet while we had it, our friendship was true.
- It meant something. It still does. To me, anyway.
- Some are no longer friends. Why is that so?
- A breakup, minds that didn’t agree, hearts broken apart.
- Or simply drifting away, through mutual neglect.
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- Some are not here, no longer on this earth.
- They died… too soon. For any who loved them.
- But some, oh some, I’d give almost anything
- If they could be well and still here.
- At least with them, I believe we’ll see each other again
- Someday, when my life is done and my time comes.
- It will feel so good to hug them again,
- To sit and talk with my family and friends.
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- What of my friends online, so far but as near as my screen?
- A few of them, I wish, could be in my life
- Together, in person, in the same room
- Imperfections and all, for who we are.
- Maybe time will bring us together.
- Maybe we’ll let go of those fears
- After how many long distance years.
- Or maybe we never will, I don’t know.
- But I think it’d be ashame if it meant that little
- After all that time in friendship, sharing truths.
- Will we meet and discover we’re good friends for real?
- Will we find we’re not quite who we thought?
- What if we find the fault’s not in our onlines, but in ourselves?
- Or maybe, just maybe, we’ll find in our friends
- That even though we might not be exactly who we thought
- Our friendship will add a new level, new layers.
- Where added to that great online friend, family, pen pal
- We discover there’s more nuance and depth in the person
- When we know the rest of them right up close
- Flesh and blood, and spirit, the sound and sight and touch
- When a friend can really hug, beyond text on a screen.
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- So many things are mysteries
- Too much to comprehend
- We only see glimpses, hear echoes, now and then.
- These things that I wonder, I may never resolve.
- But I find they’re worth thinking about.
- I can’t help but feel things, I can’t shut it off.
- I care about who and what I believe in.
- I feel how I feel and I think how I think.
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- I know it’s true, you may never understand me.
- You may never get to know the real me here inside.
- Likewise, I may never understand you
- I may never get to know the real you there inside.
- But I hope, even so, somehow, we’ll be friends.