Pieces on Me©

I wonder if you are crying as you look away,
Off into that far distance where the camera lies,
Something seems to haunt the way you stand,
Maybe it’s the cold floor against your strong bare feet,
Or the thoughts that float though your unaffected,
Mind I wish I could see into see what you perceive.

Does Elephant stalk your dreams and gunshots echo?
Do you find people want to know the guy we see behind,
The camera you always hold or stand in front a mask,
Passers-by want to witness what you see behind that lens,
Where are you looking whilst you stand still for all this time?
Have to try and not move as the camera took your pose.

Jewellery wraps itself around your arms and hands,
I want to ask your silent face if any of them hold,
Any kind of meaning to you or do you just match,
With the flannel that you covered your torso with,
Jeans hanging low on your hips as if you want to,
Cover the end frays giving your indie kid status away.

Those words you sent offered me some new hope,
Maybe you aren’t just that guy from the silver screen,
An image of emotions made up of 26 different exposures,
How long did you spend trying to make yourself seem real?
It seems like it’s a never-ending task to seem real to pretence,
And seem fake to those who demand the real all over. 

I’ll write you an ode and address it to your lower limbs,
Hope you find these words comforting as you work your words,

Though images and ask me for help to relieve this writers block.