Who Am I Today?

I wake up, who am I to be today?

Out of all the many characters I be,

out of all the many costumes I consumed,

the one I didn’t make is often misused.

It’s the one in the corner of my closest,

hidden under the back seat,

the one waiting around for a rainy day.

Now it’s fun playing dress up,

pretending to be someone else for a while,

but sometimes its hard finding the way back to you.

Often outdated, never duplicated, and always complicated,

Has a cheese stain on his shirt,

scars on his hands, and $2 of change in his pockets,

isn’t that the best type of characters?

Sometimes we forget the most interesting part of ourselves,

sometimes we realize what we are doing is only ordinary,

sometimes we are mad at the world and don’t know why.

As I open my eyes for the day,

wondering what events might occur,

I remember one simple thing.

Monday. My off day from reality.
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Written November 2011