My name is Mr.
Nobody, and where I live
no one notices
me. Except for my
reflection, and through swirling
chaos, my mirror
taught me, to mask my
insides, lights behind my eyes
with an outside that's
also me, just a
bit more brittle. My shell that
I wear doesn't like
think or care about
people's little problems while
skinny starve-people
sit in the sand while
I hear bubble-people speak.
The innocence in
them concealed as a
person, hasn't been pricked
by the planet's harsh
criticisms, and
the people they haven't grown
up to be yet are
trapped in fast tracked
single mindedness, without
seeing life's puzzle.
I dance my way through
a lost portrait of chaos,
have you ever thought
of the forbidden
garden of eden? Was it
a fruit perched in a
garden? Or the earth
that I walk on. Do people
think about stillness
before biting from
the perfect enclosed system
that beauty and trees
were frame formed out of?
Gaia kissed me then spoke
I blended into
her perfect portrait,
no more important than a
droplet of water.
Insignificance
is inherent to life and
I hate when people
think themselves taller
than forests or think deeper
than creatures living
at the bottom of
the ocean. My mirror sits
frozen behind each
of my eyelids, so
each time I blink I transport
to tranquility,
only to open
my eyes and find spaces full
of bubble-people
who have not yet learned
to blink, world shrink perceived as
the seven seas world
breezes and knowledge
that is fake and brittle. and
My
name
is
Mr. Nobody
and where I live
no one notices me
except for my reflection.
It is so easy to be invisible these days...