I Am The Wrong Man

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I am the wrong man

I may always be

I am the free man

Who never is free

I am the fool

Fighting for cause

While others laugh

And point out the flaws

I am the lover

Without the one

I am the old soul

Both whole and undone

I’m the old traveler

Standing quite still

On top of the mountain

Yet struggling uphill

I am the darkness

And I am the light

I am the wrong man

Fumbling for right

I am alone

In all I rejoice

I sing the silence

Pretend it’s by choice

I am the cloud

Mocking the sky

I am the link

To what-where-and-why

I am the stars

Beaming down from above

I am the wrong man

For I am in love

I am the wrong man

In the wrong time

With the voice of a mute

In the box of a mime

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                        s. paul      (March 2020)