I cannot be real
I must be fake
pretend, un- or surely
surreal
that is me
floating across the amber hued
ashes of yesterday
laughing the laugh of one
who has seen too much
and goes quite insane
I pinch myself to stir from
this never-ending
serious set of sleep induced
oddities of occurrences
never to wake again
because I have never fallen
into a slumber
I am partial to you
that is I am not whole
never quite existing -
instead, I am your well-placed sideshow
that elicits envy from onlookers
who must imagine how wonderful
you are to keep me along
and you unwittingly
smile at the wisdom of your kind deed
while in the back of your frontal lobal
you are keenly aware:
the show must go on!