Hi, nice to see you. I’m doing quite well thanks for asking. And yourself? Well that is simply fascinating, you should save that story for dinner parties! ‘Kay I’m gonna go now bye. Be sure to tip the bartender for me.
one facade to the next, not even thinking to rest
Thank you so much for calling this hotline of underpaid workers to help you with something or whatever, this is The Performer, how can I help you? Shove these papers up my ass, you say? Well, it wasn’t really in job description but hell, half the crap I do around here isn’t in there either, so why not? Clocking out, see ya tomorrow.
The cell phone lights up.
Before another fresh coat of paint is plastered by an invisible makeup team on to match the appropriate human emotion expected in whatever situation The Performer finds themselves in
there’s a notion of despair
about how many layers can be caked on
before the foundation implodes?
Yes, I love you too.
and what face would be underneath?
maybe something to closer thine higher self
Oh save me Buddha !
a choir sings from above:
**”Come to me
I’ll liberate your mind”
Oh Great Whatever you are, how much more proof do I need to show before you believe I’m ready?
In this human kind, this condition, the mind can handle so many questions at once
to find a tailormade suit that fits only them
caught in the limbo
with a daunting glance, The Performer has no chance
to ponder about what could possibly free them from
Another coat, another color
The clock moves on, matter of fact
so on to the next Act
**reworded song lyrics from “Anna Stesia” by Prince