01-22-2014, 10:41 PM
Years race by whilst I hide in a house I once owned,
squatting silently, steadily building my fakeness; undetected.
For ages, children growing, we remain indiscernible and ghostly visions to new occupants.
Like The Borrowers … below ground.
Suddenly found, we shock the owners, finding an infestation of pests,
which is us,
disturbing the peace of their lives.
Plagiarizing even time, insincere thoughts,
driven by self-pleasure and adrenaline alone.
I reject reality … and create a counterfeit one.
Living for each moment rented, but unpaid, undeserved.
squatting silently, steadily building my fakeness; undetected.
For ages, children growing, we remain indiscernible and ghostly visions to new occupants.
Like The Borrowers … below ground.
Suddenly found, we shock the owners, finding an infestation of pests,
which is us,
disturbing the peace of their lives.
Plagiarizing even time, insincere thoughts,
driven by self-pleasure and adrenaline alone.
I reject reality … and create a counterfeit one.
Living for each moment rented, but unpaid, undeserved.