We Become It

They see what they want to see,
and somehow we become it
for little bits and pieces of our lives.
As we try to live the lies they really wish.

Fake it till you make it,
then put on another show.
Don the mask of plaster smiles again.
Try not to note the shadows
that are waiting in the wings.

Illusions blend. Around the bend,
the who of what we are begins to send
a message that we can't ignore.
A long lost friend, the soul amends emotions.

While deep inside, our inner eyes
observe the building flames,
just waiting for the host to make amends.
The blur begins to clarify.
The visions fade into a bleak
and weak reality.

They see what they want to see,
and somehow we become it
for little bits and pieces of our lives.
As we try to satisfy the dreams they dream.

Quite suddenly, the might have been imposes.
Remembering the dreams that were our own...

? Michaelette ?

5/10/2003
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