to the friends I made after The Fall - The JourneyMan's Journal

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with regret

It is with regret 
I humbly admit 
You never knew the real Gene 
He died before we met 
Never by you to be seen 
What you got was what was left 
After Gene lost almost everything - 
But mostly lost himself  

I wish you could have known me then 
But I don't think you ever could 
For if I was today who I was then 
We might have met but I doubt we would 
I pray the bitter and irreverent me 
You've been able to see around 
I've tried to be more what you need 
And less the empty man you found

But I think inconsistency 
Hollows out my words 
It's hard to reconcile what you see of me 
With what you've often heard 
My ideals are just as high 
And my words of wisdom true 
Forget what you see  
Of this other guy
Ignore what he says as he's passing by
And listen for me
When I talk to you
I am still here...
Somewhere

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