Great Exposure

Twin towers falling, falling
in an endless reel of film.
Shape the great exposure,
now it's fired in the kiln.

So many times - they live, they die
and never really see the light at all.
Numb and cold, the icy high of mind.
Never feel the urge of being kind.

Make a list and check it twice.
Become the utter sacrifice.
Of all that is most sacred
in this life.

Die inside, still wondering
just what you ought to do.
People stare, the mask is frozen.
Live within the zoo.
They'll never find out who you really are.

Catch a star and make-believe
that once upon a time it had your eyes.
Glamorize the gross mundanity.
Hide behind the mask of your insanity.

Cling to everything they deem as right.
Moving to the left, put out the light.
Watch the flashing images
that flicker through the night.

Twin towers falling, falling
in an endless reel of film.
Shape the great exposure,
and create a new cartoon.

Anything to catch their eye.
They seek another alibi.
Buy or sell another lie
before it's time to die...

? Michaelette ?

4/20/2002
Copyright© 2002, Michaelette L. Romano
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