I'm dazed and confused
I'm tired of being used
It is not me that you see
It is just your fantasy
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I see in this the significance of the absence of what vocation occupies the subject during the week- the majority of the hours of living. The subject focuses on what happens beyond the hours of everyday labor, as if he would not be confined by the identity forced on him by the 40 hour work week. I choose to see the road not as a metaphor, but as an avenue (no pun intended) by which the subject may express his identity. He finds who he desires to be in the freedom of the road, which can be found on the weekend. Obviously, these two identities are in conflict, creating the rhythmic repetition of the identity crisis. NIcely done, and congratulations on Poet of the Day! (now, back to work for us both) NB :)
A beautifully envisioned great poem relating to almost any one, in a way or other. Heartiest congrats on it's selection as member Poem Of The Day.
Nicely written, emotions are flowing from the depth of heart, Indeed Identity Crisis..10
This is a very powerful poem which I found very moving. You have a very special talent, David.
I like it, it's as if wearing a mask truly an identity crisis Very nice, :)
Congratulations for having this selected as member poem of the day! I hope you find yourself soon.
Dazed and confused! ! Crisis! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
It is still a crisis...... Nice piece..... Congrats for being selected for the day.....
Great poem with profound metaphors and fortified expressions
At night I'm a fright Wondering if all is right It's an identity crisis an identity crisis Very well you are portraying the deep concerns of an identity crisis. now naming your such feelings and identifying it as identity crisis is your great achievement. thank you dear Poet. tony
Sunday night come The fun is done As comes Monday its back to work! Funny, but its true, David!
Identity crisis, we all have them at one time or another, it's a despairing time of self-realization. Going within ourselves looking for illusive answers shadowing our minds, finding in the end that we have lost our interior spirituality and it has left us searching for what we've lost. Great insight and imagery, could definitely identify with your feelings and thoughts. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Identity crisis is a big problem.....the state in which we are having a body but which is void without a soul and that still work like a machine..... I love this poem very much, because I too tasted it.. -Rain
Nicely penned poem. Thanks for sharing. :)