From where does this inner voice reside?

Is it the remote ramblings of unmet inner demons yet ready to attack?

Do I listen, have I done so, do I act on their behalf?

Just where does this foggy mid- evil interruption of thoughts derive?

Even while normalcy; continues its ride.

The phone rings and then, out comes the mask of laughter and light.

Why the act of confusion, why is now different shades of light?

Why the change in condition, what new personality takes flight?

In this brutal unknown play, where we guess at our part, who pulls the strings, each day when dawn gives new life?

So, again, without thought, another day starts,

The drama unfolds; my part is airtight.

Lipstick, mascara, phony bliss wrapped in plastic persona delight.

I cringe in despair, why me, what's the point.

Just give up to the trouble, crown me queen of despite!

Tis scary, but true, the yearning to succeed, indeed resets need, in spite of what we know is nothing but trite!

Do we hear, do we listen, even care though in spite?

Even while empting another bottle of self-medication; dulling again the mundane and misunderstanding of plight.

Do you flounder in scenes of different paths of unlived past life?

Or deal with the now, and walk confidently upright!

Imagine the difference, and know now is true, for if it is wrong, then what exactly is due.

Imagine the difference, and then live your true time. You only get out of what you decide to make right!

Imagine the right, and then walk in the light!

We all then can learn, what we want is in sight!

Just Imagine it’s possible to control your own life!

Imagine!

Linda Scheihing