One Drawback of Imagination

There are some, and this is one.

The things that I remember are
Far better than the truth;
I find these nonexistent clues
Like some great pseudo-sleuth

I make a past that never was
From castles in my mind;
While yet the boy I really was
Gets farther left
Behind

The Picture Clear

Sometimes we paint the picture clear;
The days of winter love and joy —
But others know a different truth:
The lonely girl, or lonesome boy

Who wear the mask of perfect lies
From our encyclopedia
That we the outside world will show
By means of social media.

The truth is mixed, it’s good and bad –
But we don’t share the story —
Instead we manufacture words
And hide amid the glory

Of thinking that we’ve won at life.
We stow away admissions,
And take an empty sort of pride
In winning
“Competitions”

The winter highway calls me home…

[Originally published 12-17-2015]

The winter highway calls me home
To where my love lies sleeping;
For I have carried secrets long,
Far past their time for keeping

The many roads I’ve driven on
Are fading, as the light
Comes timid with the nascent dawn;
I see an end to night

How many habits must I break?
How many lies be spoken?
The time is now for me to take
And fix all that I’ve broken

The winter highway calls me home
To where my love lies sleeping;
For I have carried secrets long,
Far past their time for keeping

Private Thoughts of the Award-Winner

You’re all applauding
That’s nice
But you don’t really know me, do you?

The people who know me best
They’re not that crazy about me

Oh, I want to be loved
But I want it my way
And my way
Seems to hurt other people

I’ll say my words now
I’ve been practicing
I was pretty sure I would win
Emotional pause, here
Tearful look in my eyes, there
I am in the business after all
But then, so are all of you

I fein emotions for a living
And this – this is just another role
Just another “adoring crowd”

But the applause will soon die
And the superstar will collapse into nothing but clothes
And this bitter, frozen hulk of a human being
Will go back home
To a house that dreads his return