By Mark A Leon

It wears me out 
It wears me out 
It wears me out

Being who they want me to be 
Expect me to be 
Built on a pedestal of lies 
Fabricated images of a utopian happiness built by con artists 

I'm so lonely yet never alone 
I'm so dazed yet always focused on the clarity of my surroundings 
I'm deaf but the music in my head never stops 

I'm climbing a tree of thorns just to reach the rose above the clouds getting cut and bleeding along the way 

I need a place where everything is better 
Everything is safe 
Everything has its space 
Meaningful disconnect 
A birdeye view of a microcosm of universal existence 
Finite matter in a rhetorical infinite plane 

A measurement of honor that rewards dishonor 
The written word of truth in a spoken word of lies 
A view from the top while losing all perspective below 

A woman, a star, an icon surrounded and revered by millions sits alone in the dark anxious to the realization of loneliness

A man whose circle of friends amounts to two is rich in the wealth of love 

A journeyman sees the world one step at a time while a mother sees meaning in the eyes of a newborn 

A writer documents what we are all so afraid to say aloud 

The slave works in isolation handcuffed to a desk being serenaded by programming code 

The liar has told his last lie 

The dreamers drink away the rejection of their ideals 

Is it written in stars what we will become?
Or are we on a journey of discovery?
 
Done thinking 
The sounds get quieter with the dimmer of the suns light

Sounds fade to black 
Time to think 
Another day awaits most of us 

Tomorrow I will try again to not get worn out by this game now drowning in faceless players