Funhouse Prism

 

Light shines in

And I go to pieces
In my cocoon 
Of swaddling fleeces.

Another day begins

And I'm so not ready.
I take a deep breath;
Try to keep my feet steady.

Don't tell me

That I'll just have to

Toughen up and take it

'Cause honestly

I don't have the strength

To fake it.

Another day has come

And I'm still on the run.

I'm just so tired of trying,

Trying just to make it.

Tell me what your secret is.

How d'you stop yourself from going crazy?
With force of character and sheer strength of will?
Or little purple pills maybe?

Is it just that you are

An actor extraordinaire?

Are you certified in make believe?

An architect of castles in the air?

Perhaps you are a master

of the art of slight?

Or are you yourself a kind of mirage

A warp inside my mind

Made visible by shifting shadows

Or some strange trick of the light?

Whatever your strategy
You pull it off so flawlessly
That I can't help but marvel at
The smoothness of the act.

Meanwhile I
Can't help but cry
While stuck inside this maze
Dreaming only of better days
When I'll not only see the sky
But take a leap of faith
And fly...