So many faces, their own stories to tell.
The Higher we go, the harder we fall.
White porcelain faces mirror my soul.
Laughter erupts from somewhere and snaps me back.
Here I am part of the performance.
Backstage preparing my solo.
Painting my face, painting my body.
So many people hiding, afraid of what creeps beneath the mask.
Afraid to run around naked in the glorious sun.
Incidentally we have adapted to this sad display.
Adorning heavy robes of vodka tonic, weed laced with snow,
And smiles that mislead all too well.
Pulling the thick goo from my pupils, I begin to become aware.
The fake, plastic world is melting beneath me.
Surrounded by a natural beauty never before appreciated.
I am at peace.
Now the challenge of finding a co-star for this fantasy.
One who can reach down my throat and touch my soul.
One who can hook up to my brain, know all my secrets, and adore
Me just the same.
A passion for life and a laziness to sit and enjoy the quiet of ourselves.
Each new interview gets my spirits all flustered.
Some tricking my mind for longer than others can manage.
I see you. I can see right through you.
They all fail to care eventually.
Someone real.
Searching through the dolls that pass me in a hurry to go nowhere,
I am reminded that their eyes are still blind.
Isn’t their anyone with dreams anymore?
Sick of working for systems that don’t mean a thing.
It’s all for a price these days.
We pay in blood.
Slave our precious days for green paper poison.
I want out of your system, your potent potions drowning everyone
And producing identical Barbies.
Can’t they see that none of this matters?
I need to improve my own energy and help others through.
Enjoy naturalness. That’s why we’re here.
Get out of the game if you have the guts to be cleansed,
Or pretend your toys are more important than life.

 
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