temporary

maybe there’s an inner shame

that s/he doesn’t want to talk about,

maybe a thousand shrinks couldn’t

skin the top of that surface,

but it glows from out the iris when

confronted with another who

sizes him/her up in this day & age

with an assessment of a whole

personality, based on what it is that

one does for money.

 

quickly running to that pool of excuses,

quickly devising lies---

anything to paint a picture of a person

that s/he isn’t, anything to pass off the image

that what s/he is actually doing in life

is all

temporary.

 

because this place in life, this moment,

which s/he wishes in the deepest of her/his heart

that s/he was not currently living,

is in fact the case &

s/he is more concerned about the opinions of

others, s/he is more concerned about how s/he

will be perceived down the line,

as such a fragile existence taunts.

 

problem is,

it’s all temporary---

anyone can lose it all so quickly that their

f*****g head is left spinning &

if you are not living with that notion in the back of

your mind,

then there is not a pool of excuses out there

which will save you from

your fall.