Stay Under The Tree And Live. Poem by RIC BASTASA

you get tired from
hiding
you are in fact tired
the open field is
just too bright and hurting
you are shielded by
your secrets
you are concealed by your
happy face
and sweet voice as one
mistakes you for a
common man simply enjoying
the ambiance of the park
one Sunday morning
you are tired from this
cloistered life
you are in fact tired
but what can you do?
this is a question of survival
and you have to survive
and so you keep on living
from one body to another
from one mind to another mind
masked and masked some more
as others too do the same.

what is real then? this is fakery
and this is more real.
face the brightest day and be
blinded.
stay under the tree and live.