I'm not real.
Behind the mask lies another.
Ponder my identity, question me.
I will have no answer, but repeat the question, misunderstanding.
I am as blank as my stare behind my face that you can't read.
I do not decide to be another imposter I am surrounded with.
I am too wise to fall for your lies.
There'd be no better to knock you down to size.
Because I am of too great understanding of you and I
I am of no interest, interested not of you.
But I long for my seat in the sky.
Where my silence is futile, high above reason, reason to cry.
For the breath I've held every long day I could release with a sigh.
It no longer matters....