in the fields of a scripted work,
where my thoughts, feelings, actions run through words,
i am the product of life's imagination,
adapted to fit every situation.
day by day,
i feel my face, fingers, feet change,
and i was told that its the price one needs to pay
in order to survive in this firing range.
i was born to live life with a theatrical mask
that helps me drown in the ocean of faces,
taught myself it was a casque
that sends me off to the races.
but when will life begin
where i no longer have to pretend to be my uptight twin,
and time is no longer a stage -
the days where my dreams and realities coincide on the same page.