is me . . .

is me . . .

there was a presence that always prevailed

it always seemed to be there

sitting right there at the edge of my consciousness

i never really felt alone

though some times i so wanted it to leave

not see me

nor what i was doing

funny how this entity

was through out all these years

here with me

providing little insights

about such things as my Sanity

my Vanity

and every thing else

i wanted to know about me

as i said earlier

there were times when i wanted to escape

that all seeing eye

that heard all my lies

to me

and others

i could not ever hide

and if i thought i was

i soon came to realize my delusion

and in conclusion

i always had to answer for my actions

or lack thereof

for some strange reason

and though it was not about pleasing this essence

the very presence was pleasing to me

you see

for i have come to understand

that though there were never any demands

that the plan was

but to assist me

in becoming a better me

and i know somehow

that this essence

that peeks

and speaks to my life

is me . . .

© 7 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.