I don't think it is quite finished yet, but I was just thinking about how hard it is to know what a person is really like...


Three ways to turn out

You know there are three persons
To meet

They all look the same
Till their skin is ripped out
And their true colour
(If they have any)
Will show

They'll all ask for your name
And what you want in life

One
Will defeat you
The other
Will take advantage of your defeat
The last
Will make you won't be defeated
And if you do he'll rise again with you

The first one
Plans his steps so carefully
The second one
Doesn't really know who he's turned out to be
The third one
Knows for sure his ethics and morality

Neither can change it
Now it's who they are
I wonder how they once were
I wonder what took them this far



I'm still young
Who will I be?
And who are
You?




Poetry by Ingvild
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Written on 2007-01-16 at 15:39

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Mark J. Wood
The answer to both questions is: all three.
2007-02-07