p=. There was a lonely boy once
Dreams stillborn in his head
With no love to call his own
Hope was long gone dead.
I see the boy in the man I am
Reflected in these eyes
He is just a shadow now
He is gone but never dies.
I watch the clock tick away
The minutes from the hours to be
I patiently wait for sleep to come
And reveal the dream of me.
p=. I’ve not been many places
I’ve not seen many things
But I feel the people in this life
And the changes they have made.
Still a few pass through me
And see beyond the veil
Fewer still leave a bit behind
An echo before they go.
Solitary I may be
Alone in mind if not form
The person who I am
Is not the faces I have worn.
These lives that gather to me
I keep them close at heart
But most are blind
When they glimpse my mind
Can’t see the dream of me.
p=. I am not the man I was
From yesterday to now
Yet who I am in the future telling
Is still the same, somehow.
I have changed
In some ways not
Full circle will it be-
I cannot rest until it’s done
Complete, the dream of me.

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Not bad... by Anonymous :: NR0 :: Show
not bad at all.
overall by Anonymous :: NR0 :: Show
So would you say Iraq as an experience benefited you or damaged you as a person?