And who do you think you are?
I am. That’s the start.
The lights are on.
I’m behind the eyes, awake as awake can be.
I feel my life coming out in pencil.
Code about things going on behind the eyes.
But what is really going on?
A story’s being told – story from self to self.
Or, story from self, from I am, to character.
Watch out when it’s character to self.
The character telling lies, beliefs and half-truths to the self.
A grifter pulling one over on the god inside.
A dramatist insisting the actors are writing the play that all began in the mind of the playwright.
