my mask
so well hidden in this skin
my expresion
so well forgotten
my reflection
so deep within
what is this parable that was sung long ago,
can you sing it or are you alone?
fragrance of memories deep etched in a stone.
i cannot shake them because I am the one.
subjectivety,
realitivety,
existintialy,
speaking of me.
what was it that we said that made it so free?
born with this skin that i cannot hide from,
yet I am able to make up this drone,
call it myself have i fooled you the fool?
i just can't say because I am alone.
spirit, are you in my mind,
thinking that i'm kind,
really.
not really!
yesterday i met this man he was a chameleon,
persuasively asked me if i would like to get stoned,
how can i tell him that i am alone.
tell him that allready i am a stone.
hidden,
I am allready there,
In my comfort lair......
by elliot
