ME

I lie awake to
Look at a sight fresh
Set forth a glance at the unseen
Set foot on sand
Undisturbed by footprints
To treat My ears to an echo unheard
For a thought untouched by repetition
For can it be that the chiming bell rings for the freedom of an individual

Lest not what becomes of you
Be a mere reflection of a thousand others
Be a mere creation of the clay of repetition
Be a mere body to feed the beckoning crowd

For the numbening race seeks individuality
Unshaken I resist the run
For every step not taken
Moves the ME away from the crowds
Solitude my last resort
With feet planted still I seek glimpses of sanity
And to comfort my best friend - ME