Or The World My Stage - Poem by Vision Ghost
In an accomplishment, of a complex free thought
And the anonymous imageries, that it so brought
Sitting like a little child, in the biggest ever theatre
I’m the only spectator, watching the world forever
On a stage called, “conceptive stories to endeavour”
Fascinated by why I’ve perceived, this as one thing
And you can see the alternative translation, to bring
Seeing all the people, acting out their daily intrigue
But if we all went to the zoo, and so to speak of me
But this is something, I have never ever figured out
Which side of the glass, do I live and so walk about
Am I the animals watched, with such pensive faces?
Or am I one amongst the people, of so many races?
Who exactly is on stage, when one watches the other?
I feel so caught in the middle, and have been forever
Outside always; not sure I want to break this window
To loose perceptions, but at least be so free somehow
I may sit here silently, and be so enthralled or lonely
As I need the warm embrace, as much as everybody
One gift one shall possess, they loose something else
It doesn’t stop, and it will carry on long after myself
As a single entity without, any preconceived notions
But always still very much, subject to human emotions
If I stood still in a crowded place, how long does it take?
For me to become a pillar, of no consequence to stake
And watch the bodies walk around me, without notice
But I may just be watching you, as a studying apprentice
As for what I don’t know, but maybe it’s coming soon
But if it all hit me at once, I know I’d collapse in a swoon
And which one of you would hold me, before I awoke?
With kind words and reassurance, before I ever spoke
To shed the conceptions of fearing, what’s so different
Unaware of the hurt some bestowed, to simply augment
Your own self doubt, and a sense of insecurity abound
Just lend yourself to me, and I could help find your sound
Innocent ‘til proven guilty, but what crime did I commit?
To have you unsure of me now, because I don’t always fit
Well just keep playing your music, as I can figure you out
As your on stage and I seek to know, what your all about
In reflection of a world that mirrors, such a simple wonder
So given time I try to figure out, something I always ponder
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