MAKE REAL BELIEVE

I

Beneath all the defenses

And the disguises that are not make-believe

There’s a person that wants to be noticed.

Why all the make-believe?

Why should I strive to force or employ these

Make-believe people to lie to me-

and themselves?

If they were to say, “Hi, how are you . . .?”,

They’d be liars.

Because they don’t really give a damn;

They don’t really care.

The world is not a figment of my

Imagination . . .

It should be.

I watch it on television, I know;

It seems so cold and alienated(ing);

But when I go outside,

I can’t seem to distinguish . . .

I thought I turned-off the make-believe

Before I left home?

There is no love thy neighbor;

There is no ‘til death do us part;

There is no helping hand;

No, there is no, “I stand by you

And with you”.

No!

I know ,

Cause I’ve been searching

For that real world

Or am I looking for a make-believe

World?

Where for every man there’s a woman

. . . a make-believe world in a real world

Or is it a real world in a make-believe

world . . .

?

II

Hey, would someone please love me;

Listen and want to understand . . .

Help me?

. . . why can’t they hear me!?

I, I hear them.

I’m so cold,

Won’t somebody hug me back . . .

That’s my pillow!?

But it’s still cold;

In the shining sun I seem to freeze!

?

Make-believe love,

She truly cares;

She loves me, she won’t leave me!

She helps me . . .

Make- believe . . .

?

I must wake –up;

I can’t stay here forever,

Even though, it’s warm

And the Sun shines

Her love washes my soul like rain from

Heaven

I’m not choosey . . .

 Believe that?

I must ask too much of this

Make real believe world.

Look, she’s looking at me?

No,

I must stop dreaming!

My name?

No,

You don’t want to know!

?

When you hug me like that . . .

It feels that 85^o F, you,

But, there’s 6 inches of snow . . .

No, you aren’t . . . I, I’m afraid

You’re not for real . . .

You love me?

I must, wake-up . . .

But she feels so . . .

But dreams always seem real . . .

III

Faster, I’m almost, almost, almost;

Why, why can’t I -

Frustration!

The pain of reality has invaded my dream.

. . . I know, cause

I’ve been searching for the real world

Or am I looking for a make-believe world?

Where for every man there’s a woman

And the law is, love thy neighbor;

Here’s a helping hand,

Till death do us part

. . . a make-believe world

In a real world.

Or is it a real world in a make believe world?

I’m not choosey . . .

I must ask too much of this

Make real believe world?

Non e Vero?

By

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 23 Sept.1977 4:15 a.m.

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~ by Sam373 on October 14, 2011.