May 21


Oil on canvas, 12″ x 8″

…thought I was sitting still and comfortably,
Ha ha…what a dummy.
I’m dropping through space, and that feels nice
But I’m dropping through time as well, my time, my life,
That’s a clock…and I don’t like that so much.
I’m wearing a mask, so I can pretend to be…
Whatever you want me to be.
I’m naked of course…everyone’s judging, commenting,
Pointing, comparing.
“If you want my advice,’ they say, as if I want to know.
What am I supposed to be tomorrow I wonder,
As I fall through another day…one less of my future.

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Posted May 21, 2015 by paul in category "artwork