He doesn’t
seem to notice this world
He doesn’t
seem to mind these cameras in the mirrors
Or seem to
care about the people in his head
To him, he
is the protagonist
His simple
life is dead
A man walks.
He doesn’t
seem to notice the ground moving beneath his feet
He doesn’t
seem to mind the faces staring at him
Or seem to
care about the masks they are wearing
To him, he
is the villain
His state of
mind is tearing
A man runs.
He doesn’t
seem to notice the world moving fast
He doesn’t
seem to mind the worries in his life
Or seem to
care about the family that is his
To him, he
is the fool
His ignorance
is bliss
A man
sleeps.
He notices
the shape of the story around him
He seems to
mind the storybook ending he is missing
Or is it the
love that he seems to take
To him, he
is the story
His reality
is what awakes
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