who am i Tony?, who the fuck are you?

i'm hiding more now
so it seems
or is it a return
to who i know is me?

shutting out the world
briefly each day
perhaps the opposite is true
i'd just forgotten

free will begets consequence
unannounced, uncalled for
slow, dire, wearing
and a bad dream at midnight
alone

'till the morning sun streams
the morning shower refreshes
the morning brew sharpens
your senses
and i hear kookaburras mocking me

they were my dreams
my self, being, alive
i aspired, mine inspired
a stage, my oyster
mine all the same

b u
b i
2 thyne own self 2 b tru

i've been to paradise
and i'm going back to me