A script exists for all of us,
none of which will drag on
only the reality of our lives.
We choose to want to know
long before we ever have a need
the two iconic parallels
oh wants and needs, oh travesty.
I once took a ride on a city bus
staring off into the world,
I didn’t notice my mother
walking alog the side.
Later that night she outed me,
said she noticed and tried to wave,
said I ha look, a certain disposition
like I was wanting a different life.
Mothers are funny that way,
not willing to share the reality
unless the effort is made beforehand,
the pains, such are gains we feel.
I once felt like my world was a Hollywood movie
no Oscar by any stretch
scene to scene playing out the real
inside the illusion of dreams never had.
What I was and now seem as I am
has no bearing on whom I wish to be.