So, you think you know me, do you?
okay, then who am I, what am I
can you look deep into my heart
and see what I see, what I feel
That I am the distinct possibility
the possibility that is my saving grace
knowing that every time I reach for reality
it evades my sense and sensibility
I find myself on the outside looking in
and you have only seen the tip of me
the very tip of the emotional iceberg
that cold, cold core of altruism
You know, it doesn't exist....altruism
because you haven't been to me
am I really capable of selflessness
deep down inside me, is there good?
You have studied me for some time
but alas, you have never read me
so how can you think you know me
when you don't know where I live
Assumptions and presumptions
all skewed, all invalid, all moot
so, if you really want to know who I am
you've got to know where I am....