As a dreamer

I've had my moments as a visionary

I've solved every riddle with ease

Made easy work of the puzzle that's me

Seen from within what is seen from without

Felt removed from all traces of doubt

About myself

My life

And my stonewalled waking hell



Daydreaming

I have often hoped for clarity

I've longed for the answers I need

Played hide and seek with the nature of me

I've prayed in vain for a part of myself, my prey

To feel removed from all traces of doubt

About himself

His life

And his stonewalled waking hell



How and why?

Who am I?

How can I ever hope to be the real me?

Clarity