I must need help…I understand so little of what I’m doing
pressed by my fear I’ll call her and beg some of her time
and she knows me so well she doesn’t want to let me near
and then, with just a little of her love in my pocket,
I’m out to rape and pillage the world
I’m not sure at all I can change enough
to be trusted with her love
and yet I lack the courage not to beg her love to stay
why am I this way…was I weak and let temptation in…
these women I think I need so…
I’m their toy when they’ve got THEIR love’s love in their pocket
My mirrors, they; myself from another view
they tear me now as I once tore Beverly.
I’m split but I’m not so split that I can’t take a side
is it Dennis who’s afraid of being alone
or Dennis who’s struggling, nobly, to be independent
Is it Dennis who’s realizing love’s the only key
or Dennis who’s just caught up in physical maya?
I used to strive to be of one cloth for mental health
but then I gave into another side thinking I could still control
but those others become you…until you, as you were, are no more
for you become what you do and the doing splits lives…
splits you.
gallagher
23 may 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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