The Cosmic Fantasy
Eyes, faces, motions, paces ... who are they staring at? Is it I or is it me?
I continue my jerky graces - so conscious of the audience I cannot be free.
Silent gestures and secret whispers - who is it we are pretending to be?
Sideways glances behind painted faces - is this what they call Society?
Terror is rising through me heart - my hands are trembling uncontrollably.
Smiling, laughing, playing the part whilst trying to hide my feelings of insanity.
Flashing lights and deafening sirens, is this true? Can this really be?
I feel the trees and the sky above, aware of their wisdom, stillness and majesty.
Eyes, faces, motions, paces, who are they staring at? Not I. Not me.
I continue my jerky graces whilst knowing the truth of the Cosmic Fantasy.