as always when i put on my faces,
it's fun, for me at least,
but it never works at its stated purpose.
when i'm wearing faces, i'm not quite sure what my real purpose is.
i'm never quite real then
and i think everyone in the whole world knows it.
but when i show the real face --
the one that wears
t-shirts and baseball hats and tennis shoes
and writes code and poetry and drinks too much caffeine
and laughs way too loud at inappropriate times
and doesn't really know why it all is the way it is
but figures the purpose will all be sorted out someday
and he can flow on until then...
oddly enough, as strange as he is,
he does alright.
not as a "babe magnet",
but he always has something to smile about,
he sympathizes with people,
enjoys hearing their stories so he
can secretly write the poetry of their lives
(hee hee hee -- our little secret...)
and knows they just want to tell the stories,
to preserve the illusion that
someone somewhere cares
even for a minute.
to relieve them of the tedium
without asking them for
too much of themselves.
maybe just re-learning that everyday is my purpose.
now my Poetic face must yield
to the Programmer face
is it real? or hypocracy?
after awhile, i dunno...