Not a Name
I'm a mime
suddenly set free
in a sea
of screaming people.
i don't like people.
I add a lime,
and suddenly see
everything
she's dreaming tonight.
is that alright?
Maybe i can be me
and feel free to show
what really is me
and people don't know
or maybe they do
but pretend not to?
If we can drink enough...
maybe none of this will matter?
maybe i won't care anymore.
...