18/12/2014 1 Comment
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I stand outside myself;
Is this a lie, a world created
For players to act their part?
Where is, what is, which is truth?
Am I to be forever one remove from
Life and all its glory?
Am I to always hold away the chance of
I see the days and nights that pass,
The energy of existence,
And I take myself away from all and
With clear choice, stay in isolation.
Is self awareness, such as this, a curse
Or gifted blessing? Could I be more,
Much more a man, if much less pondering were evident?
I know not. I cannot know.
For this wretched vessel that hides my soul
Is all and whole encompassing.
I can but pause, and in my quietest moments,
Reflect upon this utter and complete facade of life;
And dream of the chance to see beyond this
Painted players stage,
To that honest and true depiction of