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Walking along in a darkened wood,

Contemplating the denial

In which we live.


Self. One.

You. Me.

Who are we really?


Amid the destruction, deception, defeat, and control,

How ever are we to know?


For some, it is evident.

They are the lucky ones –

Confident and self-assured.


I must confess,

My self-esteem is lacking,

Self-expression is alright.


Determination is my thing –

Get anywhere, do anything.


Swift as the canary’s song,

I’m moving along.