Letter to myself

For James 6/25/81

Have you ever heard the voice inside
Saying "Come with me and hide"?

Inside a place that I once knew
There lay an old and broken man
Whose eyes called out to me and said:

Listen to your heart and see
Who that is inside you.
Where are you now? Where have you been?
Are you really free?

Michael Tragers (this was a pseudonym under which I wrote several things)

How do you fare in your little spherical world?
You'd think you'd have moved out of there by now...
It's not happy there, but it's better than here;
isn't it?

WHO

Who is he
this face I see
who thinks he is so pretty?
He's just a boy with little boy thoughts
and a grown-up, faulty mind.

It doesn't rhyme, it never did.
I could never get it to sound sincere, somehow.
It always looked as if I spent all my time with a
thesaurus and looked up the words so You'd think I was smart.

Love

What is it?