What kind of man am I? What do others think of me? Do I live in my own private world? Am I really what you see? What makes me so suspicious? Why can’t I just relax? Are my criticisms just. Or, are they wielded like an ax?
I don’t have all the answers. The verdict isn’t in. Few know how to judge me from the signals that I send. I’m like a cup of water… about to spill cause I’m too full. My personality is contrast. Gentle lamb, to raging bull. I’m a quiet, private person who relies on concrete fact, to make a firm decision as to how I’m going to act.
When I watch, I’m too observant. In my heart I take the view, that when I add up one and one the answer’s always two! It’s hard for one to fool me. Past experience makes it plain that those who live by habit will forever be the same.
My own suspicious nature tells me not to move too fast. That no-one tosses rocks around inside a house of glass. Those who do must realize that it’s easy to foresee, that their transparent shelter will eventually cease to be.
When their glass world breaks and shatters, and those involved all cry. I’ll just move on to other worlds. WHAT KIND OF MAN AM I?
Four years in USMC Thirty-six years Law Enforcement (retired)