I Am Not My Story

by Zen Gardner

 

Deeply rooted, convoluted, the Story took its form

Weaving and deceiving all, the characters were born

“False appearing real”, the seeming meme within its spell

As the image wound its hungry way and lies began to gel

 

How Story loves to reinforce, for self and others’ pleasure

Not seeing that from selfsame point was made the Story’s measure

The masquerade continues on, appearing unabated

While all along the Truth inside was scoffed and underrated

 

The stories change and rearrange, depending on the weather

Who needs what, will I survive? Co-dependent tales together

Should I play or should I stay? Should I do this or that…

Decisions made for which we paid the billing as we chat

 

Stories are so int’resting and often very clever

No matter if they’re true or not, we’re in this play together

Now subtle more is what’s in store when Truth It starts to surface

Conflict sure, but what allure, a grin instead of grimace

 

There’s something there, from who knew where, and I just could be him!

Something deep that ever seeps and seeks to fill to brim

But wait, my story’s crumbling, in fact it’s quite the shock

Tis’ not as played, my cool parade! My strut begins to mock

 

Defeat is backwards in our world, as if there’s aught to fear

The self is Story on the loose, a lie yet held so dear

Thoughts and Stories coalesce to try and reach success

But thankfully, we come to learn, the Story’s not our best

 

I finalize, with final eyes, that Stories all are fake

Memes and mimes just spewing lines with ego on the take

What always waits in conscious gates is something quite amazing

Creation’s aide, another grade, and this is where I’m grazing

 

Much love….