not i,not i, but the blind man who sang it

we all like to play pretend
to become something wer not, but so despritly want to b
wer do we get the idea of what it is we think we r to b?
we sometimes cant tell wen wer playing, from when wer hiding, from hiding, to wen wer living our lifes
pretend is like a defence r brain puts up
to mask us from what we c as a threat
what would we subcontiosly ,uncontiously want to protect r selves from?
those questions my friends, r quiet a puzzle
but as i walk down the crowded streets of LA, every one who passes by me has a mask on thier head,
shielding thier faces
thier all playing pretend
i c heads of; ducks, horses, piggs, sheeps ,dogs, donkeys and a few wolf, walking by
i c a wolf with a sheep driving by.
every one wants to b someone else.
looking @ the newly decerated x-mas window of a gap store, i c my self with a white rabbit head.
i guess im also playing pretend :)

as i wait for the metro i hear a blind man sing a song of redemtion.
he has nothing to hide
he bangs his drums as he sings words of life into abse of the subway
not hiding his beutiful hazy silver eyes.
or the deep scar that runs threw them
in my head i c him with wings
n he can fly
as he sings his song of life.

my vision comes to a hult as the strong wind of a metro hits my face. i quikly get on being bushed by sheep, cows and a horse.
i yelld out a verse from the song
all masks ternd to me
and i sang
"not i not i but the blind man who sang it~" :)

"im late im late im terably late for tea"~whiterabbit