Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
His life had been a routine chore
That moved from day to day.
No ups or downs there to be found.
No blacks or whites - just gray.
It wasn't that he didn't try.
He did the best he could.
At time he felt, instead of flesh,
That he was made of wood.
A puppet or a mannequin
Instead of flesh and bone,
He was the Beatles' 'Nowhere Man'
Unwanted and alone.
And then, one day - a startling fact!
He'd told a little lie
To gain attention and he felt
A glimmer in his eye!
He told another - felt the smile
Grow wide from ear to ear.
Another one! Importance always
Lacking did appear.
With each lie told, he felt alive.
The admiration of
The people he was lying to
Caused him to feel love.
"Forget it, world!", he cried.
"I am not made of wood, but skin!
No longer will you treat me like
A helpless mannequin!"
He wove a world of make-believe
Complete with animations
And built the past he never had
Through his imagination.
And so he sits, behind the screen,
Behind his words of verse;
Alive within his fantasy -
Pinocchio in reverse.