A Myth Of Reality
I am no man
If man is mimic.
Since man is gestures of shadows
Intangible in his acts,
Concrete in color,
Talking of the moon,
Dull on the Earth,
Miser with his time
To greet his fellow man
Yet generous with caricatures;
Of media; see! The watch times,
Captured in the unconscious web.
This the fragile finger to open
A node in an un-wild rope.
Was then it the will with a freedom?
Or life is a \'costume party\'
And you are ashamed with reality.