I could have succeeded in an exam
I could have lengthened my life span
But you know would I still be who I am
Or would I have compromised?
For life is full of truths and lies
What we tell ourselves
Comes as no surprise
But what others see of the true self
Belies our projected hologram
Our public persona,
If it's accepted,
is mona
Lisa smile of conceit
Or self satisfied
Competitive edge
To match esteem in others' eyes
Yet what is it this public self
That must be held upon
Such a high shelf
And where or how to measure
The other in a soulful equilibrium plasma
Some gell of unconscious desires
That we all swim around
Like creatures in soup
Flies stuck perhaps
Fallen from skies
Or else amphibious lizards
Rising out of the goop
And how do you keep it all together?
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