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    2012 - 12.14

    I have a box, with a lock

    Made of wood, it is good.

    It holds very special things

    In the mirrors of my mind.

     

    Do you know what I mean?

     

    Bits and pieces of my life

    Symbols of the strife

    That lead me to this day

    I want to remember.

     

    Do you know what I mean?

     

    Over the years, many tears

    have been laid inside

    With my pride

    And all things about me.

     

    Do you know what I mean?

     

    I have lived and loved

    Sometimes, shed some blood

    But the box is just a mirror

    Of the times I left behind.

     

     

    Do you know what I mean?

     

    People in my life, just passing through

    Some were mean, some were true

    Pictures of a little boy

    And all his little toys.

     

    Do you know what I mean?

     

    Like the candle I stared down,

    When you were in danger

    And I wasn’t around.

    Ashes of, my oldest friends.

     

    Do you know what I mean?

     

    Pictures of places and faces

    Most I will never again see

    Sketches of a wild young man

    Who had no plan.

     

    Do you know what I mean?

     

    I have been alone in this life

    It just sort of happened that way.

    But my box reminds me

    Of the days that were so free.

     

    Do you know what I mean?

     

    Sometimes I look through this box

    Which reflects silly symbols of my time here

    Oh how I wish I knew how it would know

    What path I needed to be shown.

     

    Do you know what I mean?

     

    I am glad I kept these little reminders

    Of who I am and how I came to see

    On a path where I knew not the end

    But still kept walking around the bend,

     

    I think you know what I mean.

     

    (SG2012)

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