Declaration.
Some want me to shout a message;
a fighting street evangelist;
but most will only hear it when they ask.
I'm scared of being a public image,
also scared of being missed;
and though I may seem lost behind a mask
I'm part of it, and it is part of me,
and therefore it is real.
I'm part of what I do and what I see,
and part of what I feel.
I do not want to fight
when there is no solid I to defend,
when I have to remake I at each new moment of my life.
I won't assume a right
to make somebody face my fear of End.
I want to find contentment without making any strife.
I once thought I'd shout a message;
a straight and solid verbal fist,
but I can only take myself to task.
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