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scene 1: Myself

I am in the circular churn of the surreal
I am seeing it from outside of myself
watching the movie I am living in
there are moments when nothing seems real
when I am so disconnected from my surroundings
that I think I must be a figment
of my overactive imagination
everything is a color rich dramatization
of my own desire's creation
needing to experience the pain
needing to dip my toes in youth
believing I am in control
of the free will to remain separate
from the body that carries my ideas
and view it from the perfect seat
driving in my car on a sunny day
I see the children in the park
and the smiles of god on their faces
and the music in my car
scoring it so perfectly
making the moment what it is
and I am crazy
and I am wondering
if anyone understands
what I am talking about

scene 2: Yourself

I am still watching myself
and now you enter the picture
making it academy award worthy
with your purposely messed up hair
big teethy smile slightly spaced
and your relaxed imperfections
portraying our humanness so well
the creator of this vision casting your part
always knowing you would be the perfect fit
to play opposite my character; building it stronger