Fickle desire to be better than me never leaves
A strong feeling that I could be better than me never fades
A longing for the unreachable
But I never stopped living some else's dream
Sometimes, my own nightmare of stagnation
Dressed for the play of success
Plain act of success
Yet far from it
I feel perfect in these costumes
I don't intend to get rid of them
The splendid illusory backdrop of grandeur
Hiding and covering the fear of being an imposter
Yeah!
A lie
I will not get rid of this act
I want to ochestrate an eulogy
A fiction of sorts
Maybe an allegory of my life
Yes
It is another moment
Face painted glee
The clawn is dressed for another day
Another show
Amusing! Isn't it?
How beutiful a smile of despondency can look
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