¨Center Stage¨
I am the one who comes
to the center of the stage.
Who looks before the audience
and cannot speak.
Not from fear nor from confusion
but from a simple desire to observe.
How does the audience see me.
Do they understand how I feel,
how I think about the world?
Or do they just believe what I tell them
The lies which come as easily as any truth I utter
for even I no longer know the difference.
They cannot be so foolish, can they?
To believe that I am truly the man
whom they see before them.
No lie exists if it cannot be believed.
But they bite as though it is true
as though they cannot see who I am.
But it is no longer I who is on the stage.
Seven billion stages and one seat.
Every audience member a performer
all watching each other and all watching me
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