After the heat of summer, the discord of thunderstorms
She harbored silently under thin ice;
I think of you when I look up at the glowing moon
Under street lamps of floating dreams and intentions—
"It is her, perfect in her glory!"
Grasp for the horizon in her eyes, the luminosity of her figure
Wrapped in dark night I followed her with my imagination
Keeping in step with her colored imprints—
Smiling at me with nameless eyes, she stared at me through the screen
"Who are you? This isn't who you are." I told her.
She responded, "I've sunk too far in to find myself. I know I am not me"
I held onto your actions, your speech, your charisma
How angered I feel that you've manipulated me
How false you've made me sound
While I recounted your odyssey, filled with adventures and dreams unbound;
I know not who you are anymore
"Think of me as a persona, wild in my actions, speech and expression,"
"Think of me as the screen you sit in front of, thin and mechanical."
"Think of me as the mask you wear on halloween night."
"I am not who you think I am, I am not who I want to be.¨
