Judge Me Not
           by Lindy T Mailen

Lucid are my thoughts of thee
     as daylight falls to meet the sea
and shadows lurk, never free,
     from the light that all must see.

Would you look, but quickly flee-
     from the truth that's only me:
living life as mine should be
     (whether/not your words agree).

Bound in chains by my decree--
     yet I possess the only key
I think to not turn suddenly
     before I learn the proper fee.

So dare ye judge (by what degree)
     my basis for "reality?"
To you it's just an old oak tree,
     for me, it's Life on bended knee...