"The Little Man" by Bob Fergeson
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From early morning coffee
to late night herbal tea,
We lived for near forever,
the Little Man and me.
When first I came to travel
in this classroom wide and grand,
I knew nothing of the coming
of this lonely Little Man.
But parents, teachers, doctors,
the whole damn Helping Herd,
Soon created him inside me,
As their ancestors had insured.
He has no real existence,
None that I can see.
But could and should and would!
Screamed the Little Man in me.
Soon I hid myself in pride,
Found that fear blocked every door.
I was now what I despised!
Just as those that’d gone before.
The hypnosis worked it’s magic,
No peace had I, no stand.
Just a mis-identification,
I became the Little Man.
I took him for a person,
Hell, I thought that he was me!
He sure could be convincing,
that Little Man in me.
Then one day it happened,
I know not really why,
I looked out there below me
From some Great Eternal Sky.
He didn’t even notice,
So busy as a bee,
He just kept right on sleeping, but
that Little Man ain’t me!
One day looking in the mirror,
From my bed as I did stand,
I receded back behind him,
that sleeping Little Man.
He didn’t even notice,
Just a grain lost in the sand,
He can’t look back and see me,
that lonely Little Man.
I watch him and his pattern,
How he blends right in so well,
That his life and his surroundings
are no different from himself.
He has no greater vision,
Desire and fear are all he sees.
An actor in the TV,
that Little Man in me.
It’s a sad but true short story,
I cry a tear, and so does he,
He won’t survive, he lives to die,
the Little Man in me.
SOURCES: https://www.searchwithin.org/download/realization_bob_fergeson.pdf
