Unbound
This addresses the self-deception we all practice. We construct a facade about the self we would like to be, or who we think we should be, and we convince ourselves that’s who we are. We paint a portrait of ourselves that is not accurate. But somewhere deep within our subconscious we know we are not who we pretend to be and this causes abstract psychic discomfort. It’s only the most fortunate among us that happen upon our truth and become Unbound.
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In the end will I remember all the lies I told myself
Bout who I am and who I’m not and all that you want you I see.
In the end will I remember hiding me from me
Will this cocoon of self-deception keep the steely truth away
Devising
Revising
A single word or distant scent can bring the mountain down on you
And leave the you you built yourself a flopping on the ground
Is it best to surf this hollow wave pf pretense to the shore
Or best to crash and meet yourself and so become unbound
Devising
Revising
And down the road
And Not just now
And Later on
When time allows
In setting sun
Will I be hounded
By the memory
Of what I’ve done
I’m painting the same painting
For as long I remember
I’m devising and I’m contriving
I’m revising and I’m hoping
We paint a picture
Of our myth
Based on lies
Prevarication
Are you the you
You hang on the wall
Do you believe in your own fiction
Painting my life
Painting my life
Painting my life
I’m painting
Painting my life
Painting my life
Painting my life
Still painting