The Endless Improv
Now you see me
Now you don't
Is it possible to see what truly hides inside.
Behind the curtain.
That is my mind.
Every day I pretend
all the time with no end.
But once in a while you see inside.
The pit of loneliness deep and wide.
Is happiness real or merely an illusion
for I see many people happy
but none of them seem to be me.
Of course no one would know that.
I hide my despair with a curtain.
Colored bright as a starburst
facing the audience,
but black as the night sky backstage.
Without even any stars to fill the void.
In the place I am.
I can be free.
But those who may love me cannot be.
For swirling in that big black pit
anger, hatred inside of it.
So I wait.
I wait to see.
What this world may do for me.
Do I with my facade entertain?
Or part the curtain do I ordain?