chest tight, eyes closed, knees drawn.
curtains hiding your soul from the world.
you can’t tell what’s real or not
what’s yourself and what’s others
so you make a choice,
and hide it all away.
you’re a sham. a fool.
performative art given life.
one beat, and then two
before you smile.
the show must go on.
perhaps it’s all a dream.
it certainly feels like one, with the way faces drift
truth slides through fingers like mist.
lies slip through lips like any other exhale.
you are untethered to this world. like god, like player 1, like a ghost.
you are so much more.
and yet. and yet.