Perception

I see

You see

Two sides

One coin. 

Receive

Perceive

Deceive

Believe

Up my sleeve

Is nothing

But my arm. 

I lack charm

I lack tact.

How I feel is real

What I say from the heart. 

It's all true

No act.

Loud noise

A

Nuisance.

No stage

For

Performance

I perform

My duty

To

Provide

Security.

You

Have

Been

Made

Aware.

The side

You

See,

Has

Always

Been

Your

Choice.

Meaning

It was beautiful. 

Exactly

To plan.

Pat on the back

Atta Boys

Good Job

You da man. 

The hype's faded

The paint's dry

The trash collected. 

Anxious

To

Excitement

To

Satisfication

To

Retrospectives

What I did

Was

All vanity!

For me.

A test that I passed.

Now I'm stuck

In pergatory.

Why do I

Continue

To add pages

To an old story?

Why do I work

With fools

Who devalue

The collective?

Windows

This world

Holographic

What I see

Not me

Or us.

Stories

Fables

Allegories

Have built

A

Frame

Where

I

Can't find

My name

Who am I?

We?

Us?

I can't trust

You

To

Identify

The movement. 

We move through

The planet

Cus it's ours.

Now we have

To record

This movement

For

Social improvement

And

Meaning

To the motion.

That's labeled

Illegal

Immoral

Undocumented

Unwelcome

Invasive.

A new hologram

Is mandatory

Cus our story

Is not told.

Your stories convoluted

Cryptic

And lost its purpose.

I study

And

Repurpose

The

Tales

To

Link

Trails

That

Lead

To

Peace.