muzby
Bluelighter
the real me just watches,
as i go about my day..
he watches me put on my suit,
spruce up my looks,
and rides around in a dressed up body,
watching as the physical being he calls his own sells out to the corporate world, watching as the body is accepted by those around him, while the real spirit has to hide its true thoughts...
then, at 5pm, the real me gets 5 minutes to himself,
then takes a back seat, and watches a sportsperson train at the gym,
play hockey, football or some other meaningless way to bond with our fellow man.. never getting the chance to come out, merely mirroring those around him, to gain acceptance..
then, at home, the real me is too scared to come out, because if he does,
he will realise he is in a building, all alone... its better to be locked away in a comfortable body then to allow yourself to be bruised by the brunt of lonliness..
the real me watches as i repeat each day, the same way, over and over again..
until the weekend comes.. where i expect the real me to be able to flourish and live as he wants...
except, he doesnt come out... he merely sits inside, and watches a clown take centre stage, seeking laughs and commanding attention..
the real me gets shocked at the antics of this person taking control of his body... always trying to be the laugh of the party... always trying to make others smile and feel good about themselves...
while this phantom personality never actually looks inside to see that although my body is cheering and brightening the lives of those around him..
to see the real me, slowly curling up into the foetal position, trying to fade away... when all the real me really wants is for someone to notice him.... before he disappears..... lost in a sea of what everyone else expects from him....
as i go about my day..
he watches me put on my suit,
spruce up my looks,
and rides around in a dressed up body,
watching as the physical being he calls his own sells out to the corporate world, watching as the body is accepted by those around him, while the real spirit has to hide its true thoughts...
then, at 5pm, the real me gets 5 minutes to himself,
then takes a back seat, and watches a sportsperson train at the gym,
play hockey, football or some other meaningless way to bond with our fellow man.. never getting the chance to come out, merely mirroring those around him, to gain acceptance..
then, at home, the real me is too scared to come out, because if he does,
he will realise he is in a building, all alone... its better to be locked away in a comfortable body then to allow yourself to be bruised by the brunt of lonliness..
the real me watches as i repeat each day, the same way, over and over again..
until the weekend comes.. where i expect the real me to be able to flourish and live as he wants...
except, he doesnt come out... he merely sits inside, and watches a clown take centre stage, seeking laughs and commanding attention..
the real me gets shocked at the antics of this person taking control of his body... always trying to be the laugh of the party... always trying to make others smile and feel good about themselves...
while this phantom personality never actually looks inside to see that although my body is cheering and brightening the lives of those around him..
to see the real me, slowly curling up into the foetal position, trying to fade away... when all the real me really wants is for someone to notice him.... before he disappears..... lost in a sea of what everyone else expects from him....
