Meandering Self

Can’t find what I’m looking for
don’t understand all heard
Perhaps it’s a rogue mistake,
maybe it’ll happen again.
Oft than not words merge
even though the utterers do not.
In a herd, pushing through
trying to find the real you.
Masks, costumes, shades and more
covering the surface, engulfing the core.
Sunshine trapped in long before,
‘neath this disguise, offers relief sore.
Dreams mayn’t reality be,
reality mayn’t be pretty.
All that counts,
when, to that, we get down,
is if it keeps you happy.

For a birthday!

Oft found in the midst of a crowd,
you are a stand-alone fish market
No matter where you go,
you’ve always played the Pied Piper.
No one know how many many
people have danced to your notes
or traced your winding path.
You play on oblivious.
For you are the one and only M!
Fish market, pied piper and friend in faith.
Have a super awesome double birthday
on the 13th and 14th of May! :D

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written for a colleague's birthday