In the blind alley of my life
I venture one day.
I am surprise to see
The depth of my crime.
The face I do show in the naked day light
Is nothing but a mask of my ‘Self.’
The look I do posture
Is nothing but a web of my ‘Spider Mind’.
I am the ‘Id’ of ‘Everyman’
Who glances in the day but sparkles at night.
I am the ‘Enemy’ my friend
Who hides the knife in smile.
I am the ‘that very girl’
Who seeks a private room to share warmth.
Yet I am ‘Mr. Perfect’ with tie, hat and boots.
I do my best to deceive you
As you love me the best.