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Author: Emila Jones
Fiction Rated: K - English - General - Reviews: 2 - Published: 01-06-02 - Updated: 01-06-02 - id:535129
Who am I?

I am me.

Who are you?

People love perfect people.

That is not me.

That is nobody.

Only a façade

Hiding the trueness within

For trueness is not perfect.

In the darkened room

On the big screen

Live people and places

Who’s lives seem more real

Than my own

My heart breaks

And tears roll down my cheeks

Because I cannot live with them

In their make-believe world

Where the bad guys always die

(or get a life sentence with no parole)

And the hero always gets his girl

The Death Star is destroyed

When almost all hope is gone

And Rocky always wins

In the fifteenth round.

But then, movies are also

Always perfect.

Unlike me.

And in the books

Upon the shelves

Live people

Like in the movies

And though Arthur

Lancelot and Gawaine

All grow old

With gray in their hair

A turn of the page sends them

Back through the years

To a time when

Excalibur was new

And Camelot as well

How I wish my time went like that

So I might go back

To younger days

When the world was new

When there was magic

In the morning of a

Freshly fallen snow

On a winter’s day

And when monsters truly

Haunted the halls

When the lights were turned out

A time when dragons

Roamed the woods behind my house

And the tooth faerie visited

My pillow at night

Now the only magic

That I hear tell of

Is in my beloved movies and books

Washed away in the mists

Of a memory

That was once my mind

Yet the music plays on

Trumpets blare

And drums are beaten

A wave of noise washes over me

The music, the wonderful

Horrible, awesome

Music

So full, I wish I could

Bob along in it’s wake

Forever

Do you believe in rock’n’roll?

Can music save your mortal soul?

Can you teach me how to dance

Real slow?

Who am I?

I am me.

I am my music

I am my movies

I am my books

I am my stories

Stories that will live

Longer than me

And maybe my story

Will be written

And maybe I will be

Remembered

Just like Caser

Arthur, Lancelot

Or others

Who will be eternally remembered

Though their stories

Are more fiction then fact

For it is the stories

That will live on.



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