I’ve created a comfortable shell,
Falsely secure -
Like the walls of a jail
In between this heaven and hell
Around myself
No more than facades
Empty cardboard dreams
Buildings on a Hollywood back lot
I wish for something more --
Keys jammed in
The locks- elements of my life
No lose always win
Some twist a little,
Some like a pill
Only a few, if any, unlock the doors
To who I want to be, what I want to feel
I need something to motivate me
And force me to break through
My constricting shell
And find something new
True love, I believe,
Should drive a person
To better themselves
And supply courage,
Motivation, and appreciation
To strive for and reach new levels
Unconditional acceptance
And love for what ever happens
Unconditional repentance
I have created a shell...
I have-that is true
Constructed out of necessity
For what I have to do
The way I see the world
Security
My cave to retreat back into
Never as a crutch
Never as a window
But a little space leaves
Little room for emptiness
Sometimes the void is good
Perspective my saving grace
False sense of fulfillment
Leaves one more empty
my Hollywood back lot
My acting stage
But it has taken me
All the way through this age
Anywhere I want to go
Versatility of becoming anyone
Make everyone see
Instantly comfortable for me
My keys jammed in the locks
Help me feel things
Like the hands of the clock
Perceiving what others consider
Inconceivable
Like an antennae
Broadcasting life into a stale minds
Like the catalyst
In which reactions take place
-D
