Clean Slate

Tell me, do you see me?
Or am I just a dream?

My being feels it’s moving 
My thoughts are racket-grooving

Tell me, are things as they seem?

Cuz, when I speak no sound escapes
And in the mirror, I have your shape

Tell me, do you see me?
Or am I just a scheme?

Could my heart be playing very cruel tricks?
Cuz, I’m starting to feel rather sick

In my gut I have this twisted feeling,
Telling me your heart is tired, needs some healing,

Perhaps you need something from me?

Am I but a harrowed memory,
Playing repeat on your screen?

For, it seems to me the reel is stuck,
Your feelings are running all amuck,
And you wish you could be freed

Tell me, how do you see me?
What does this all mean? 

Oh, God! I just realized – 
Perhaps I’m better as unseen
And I wish that I could find a way,
To wipe your weary slate clean

-image credit My Body My Image

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