Façade

Plastic, ass sticks on the chair

Do your make-up, do your hair

Put on the face you wish the world would see

Unhappy with just how we’re are

Craft and sculpt a new façade

Looking for approval’s nod

The mirror, ego lies

I know the face we wear is always changing

One side of it is real, the other

Constant re-arranging… to suit the world

It’s no measure of health to be adjusted

To a society that’s so damn busted

Materialism, zealots and corporate gods

Hey, wait, take a selfie

Never frame, photo captures moment,

Elf on shelf he

Spies at you, tape the camera to block out your phone

I don’t know you,

I don’t know me

Persistent pursuit

Of liberty

Smear the grease, dab the gel

Walk into the wind

Buttermilk smiles and fenced in hugs

Crowded café or disco club

Sat in the corner of the pub, my thoughts on nothing new

All these things, you don’t forget it

Live long enough to regret it

Mystery makes the moment question everything

How can I face the day

When I never can ever feel the way

I feel that feeling should feel

Not the way things are

Shave the stubble,

Stack the rubble

Always feel trapped

In a bubble

This means war, this means trouble,

No one wins

Loneliness is such a whore

We crave to be

So much more

I want to be happy and love myself

Or fall away

Deep down, hit the center

Smash the ceiling; plaster and splinters

Saw the sky now hurdling beneath the ground

All the world is a stage

Mixed emotions

Joy and rage

Feel like a pack creature in a cage

Gnaw foothold trapped leg but can’t get free of me

I need my ego thoughts removal

Emancipation from approval

The lights too dim, and I can’t see

If the line’s drawn on right

Anxious finger shakes;

Lines blurred and salient run from corners

Of the eyes

Plastic, static sticks on the chair

Paint your make-up, coif your hair

Place on the face you wish the world would see

Never happy with just how we’re are

Craft and sculpt a new façade

Looking for approving nod

The reflection, ego lies

I know the face we wear is always changing

One side of it is real, the other

Constant re-arranging… to suit the world not me

And that is why I can’t feel free.

Edmonton, AB, Canada