Hey me
Don't tempt me
You ought to know what you ought to be
Hey me
Don't mind me
I'm getting smaller and setting free
The me
You can't be
Get out the way or get in me
Leave me
You're lonely
Peddling a false identity
To me
Not to be
Isn't a question -- a malady
Your me
Is sickly
Poorer and poorer -- an effigy
Of me
Lost meanly
Swallowing, choking on destiny
My me
Wants truly
You want a you that wants a new me
Not me
The only
First and the last and ultimately
No me
You could be
Evil is but a facsimile
Hey me
You ain't me
Get out the way and let me be
Hey me
You've lost me
Wide is the mouth of victory.
About Me
- Anthony Zuba
- New York, New York, United States
- I was born Sept. 27, 1977, in Flushing, NY, and raised in North Babylon, NY. From the suburbs of Long Island I moved to the hills and gorges of Ithaca, NY, studying at Cornell University. There, my spirit was awakened, and everything changed. The Spirit that stirred my spirit brought me to Baltimore and then to Boston. I studied at Boston University School of Theology and learned better how I wanted to live. Today, I am a Capuchin Franciscan friar in perpetual vows. Yesterday, I was a community organizer in Boston, an editor in New York, and a teacher in Baltimore. Tomorrow, God only knows. Many things interest me, though nothing in particular. I have an abiding interest in living simply and living well. Life that is authentic interests me.
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