Kerik Just

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It's Not Me

It's not me
The face you see.
It's not me
The words I speak.

Misplaced upon a dusty shelf
Unused in quite sometime.
I have seldom seen myself,
Though everything is fine.

Someplace beyond the daylight
Beyond the well-built walls.
Often in the dreams of night
When memory recalls.

Maybe you will find me
Behind the hidden door.
Although there is uncertainty
That I exist there anymore.