A Myth of Reality

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.