Mystery of Me

There is a voice I cannot quiet,
It lives inside my heart and mind,
Its' song comes out when I cannot hide
The Mystery of Me.

The Mystery of Me, Longing to set it Free,
To open my eyes and aboundingly see.

Why does it torment me so?
Something I once let go,
A part of myself I gave away,
And now my Dreams are having their Day.

And why does it come now?
After all these years and how!
Thoughts so powerful that I dare to Dream
Things aren't always what they seem.

Or is it wonderings about what can last,
that dreams pick up and create a past?
To captivate my spirit and break its fast
For the Mystery of Me.

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