From a Far Distance
At times it feels like I am walking
through water
As if my life's inspirations are dulled
and muddled by a veil
I'm fading into the background a little
more every day
My identity slips through my fingers
like fine sand
And surrounding this is a profound sense
of loneliness...
...and a dawning realization,
That I am truly alone in this world, and
disconnected
From all the people passing me by in
this fog
They are nothing more than shades of
human beings
And I am nothing more than a crippled
jester
Hiding in his toy box, ready to spring
forth
And attack this world with my deluded
grandiosity
I wear a thin mask these days, and
sometimes I think it's worth it
To show my bare polished bones to the
ones I care for
Yet when I do this, they scamper away
like frightened mice
Further reinforcing the sense that I
will always be alone
Oh how I dream of the day when they will
see me
For everything that I truly am, and not
just my obvious faults
But sometimes I fear...
If they did, it would be like tap
dancing in an earthquake
To work around the complexities of my
emotions
And this is all the proof I need to say
to them
You better run and hide...
...because I am a natural disaster made
flesh
I am waiting like a thief to plunder
your sanity
And in the morning when you awake to
escape those nightmares in your head
You'll be lying next to one in your bed.
And that's why the beauty that lies
within my being...
...is best seen from a far distance.
Copyright Adam Gaile 2012
Copyright Adam Gaile 2012
