Stepping Out of My Skin

Who exactly am I?

I know who I wish to be.

And I have a pretty clear idea

Of who I have actually been.

Bur do I have a notion of who I am now?

Have I finally awakened after watching…

The bowling of little green men?

I live inside the heads of characters,

And walk around in their imaginary lives.

I pretend to be someone I don’t want to be.

And then I try to break out again.

But the problems I have

Are not quite my own,

Though once they were

In the long-ago way back when.

I look into mirrors that are shattered,

And see myself twisted and grim.

And I complain about just what I see there,

And the poetry just does not rhyme.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I?

How?

Mostly I think

I’m that thing from the circus.

You know the one.

That thing that rhymes with brown.

But mostly also I think,

I am something entirely else.

A writer.

Yes, that’s the one.

3 Comments

Filed under artwork, autobiography, commentary, foolishness, humor, Paffooney, poetry, writing, writing humor

3 responses to “Stepping Out of My Skin

  1. Mickey, great pictures and thoughts! You make an awesome Santa as well as a funny eccentric. Who am I? A famous lead character sang this in a play about the miserables among us. Who am I? Why you are John Valjean. Keith

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