One just like the Other
what you saw is not the truth mindless babbler says, "look at me i'm perfect follow my ways"
it's just a waste of time a liar always lies say one thing, do another play to the audience be only what they expect when they look at you
empty promises fake promises "who is looking at me do they still believe me do they see through me as he does/did"
words words and more words are you convinced are THEY convinced are they watching reality i am dirt mixed with water mud stained muck and mire can they SEE have i fooled them all like my mother does/did
Isn't it quaint this little house?
Built solid inside out
Curtains adorn it's walls, like Edgar's place down the street
(Everyone knows him, but he doesn't know them)
Size is snug, yet it draws us in
Comfortable. Manageable.
Though it's color is drabish,
most don't notice or care
Though he is present, he can't be found, except in his words and their minds
Oh, wait!
I see him now.
