The Vision Thing

The morning comes and I can see Another day in front of me. So life decides, I have no say, Which face I should put on today. The face that people want to see Is just a mask, it isn’t me. I’m hiding there behind the smile And, there’s little doubt that I’ll Stay in my place behind the face That people want to see. I wonder who I really am Or where I am or how I can Become the one I want to be And extricate the real me. Too many cares and bills to pay Insist that I should have no say About the needs that I support, The needs that sell my spirit short. Financial gain means I sustain Basic life in a basic way. The Vision Thing brings into play A reason to get up each day, Creating what I want to be, To wear the face that’s really me.