Live Broadcast Poem by David Knox

We're live in 3,2,1...

What do you do when you are watched
When your life feels planned, and the plan is botched
Do you act differently with an audience?
Do you please them or do you please yourself
Do you still savor the silence? is the silence boring? silence?
Do you seek God, or do you let God's plan sit on the shelf
I have my censor to burn incense to the broadcast
I have the fake personality that cannot last
I don't know who I am, but I know what I've heard
I know about the me that everyone purports to see
I want to say so much more to you
But what if everyone else knew too
IS that okay with me? With you? With them?

I want to talk to you alone without being alone
It's a matter of principle and wisdom
But for now let's stay in the tension, stay in this zone
The weight of expectations is literally a ton
So we'll talk alone, but watched
Can't find time alone so we'll talk on borrowed time
Structure breaks down
Logic breaks down
The feeling presence
Everyone and no one is watching our everything and nothing

We're live in 3,2,1...