Jekyll and what he Hydes

Wed, 10/15/2014 - 21:23 -- Sam555

I am a person with no reason to be,

Paying for his life with the ultimate fee.

I’ve lost my independence,

And I’ve really lost my mind.

I’ve lost it all in the daily grind.

I put up a veneer.

I put up a show,

But, frankly, the footlights beneath me don’t glow.

I smile for the people.

I act the part, while feeling, at the same time, that I’ve lost my heart.

Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,

I fear what I don’t know

About the other me

And where he’s gonna go.

I don’t have any will.

I don’t have any drive.

It would be a long time before you guessed that I’m even alive.

For all the goodness that I show in the day,

It takes less than a potion for my mind to decay.

I wish it weren’t so.  I wish I was that man

Who seizes the day with all that he can.

Maybe I’ll be that guy, but right now, he abides.

I’m not Dr. Jekyll, I’m what he Hydes.

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