The Time Has Come

. Photo: Bollards Geelong, Australia

There were times

You dressed in disguise,

Winning no prize.

Then you hid away

In your own way;

Seeking to be your own kind.

And what did you find?

Glasshouses and grey clouds

Deflating your ego so proud.

Protecting yourself from those rain clouds

You've been hiding far too long.

From the noise in your head.

Hiding your heart away.

Now get outta bed

The time has come,

For putting your heart out there.

Deep in your soul

Repairing the holes.

Finds you up on a shelf.

Measuring out time.

Your deepest self to find,

Hypostasis or persona?

Or just another, with Corona?

There were times

You saw yourself

As less than you really are.

And how far

Can you go?

Before the real you will show?

Of yourself what can you know?

The time has come,

For putting your heart out there.

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S. D. Kilmer's Existential Life