Escape from Anonymity

 A trinity (there are three), a divinity 

 (scratched, tainted and torn), a mystery, 

liturgy, so many words, ending with -e. 

You know their names; Me, Myself; I? 

 

You know them well. I want this, I want that. 

As part of a tripartite identity, I should shut up; 

acknowledge me. It's the “me” others see. The ceremonial mask. 

At the end of the day, the lights are dimmed; 

 

the music's ambient (café, rain and jazz), 

there's only one that remains, myself: 

The one that ponders, pauses, replays the day 

stroll down memory lane; have to keep the house in order. 

 

I prefer, a stroll down memory lane, 

Sounds so simple. What's left to explain? 

Nothing serious. Nothing deep; 

Nothing to disturb your sleep. 

 

A stroll down memory lane; walk quickly past the battlegrounds. 

You remember them, as much as I. Warning! On my command, 

Close your eyes; see a scene once, imbed in your memory, 

Once viewed it takes root, establishes itself; refuses to be deleted. 

 

This is a highlights tour, the best and the brightest. 

Don't ask me to expand, the tour wasn't requested. 

It was demanded. I didn't want to go back, return or re-visit 

That which I spent a lifetime intent on escape. 

 

A stroll down memory lane? You say it's therapeutic. 

I say, crap! You say, it's a journey of discovery. 

I say, it's a trap. The problem is real, far from ideal; 

We are one, co-equal parts of the same identity. 

 

For better or worse, where go you, go I 

(complaining all the way). Did I do the trinity/divinity thing? 

I did? Forget it. It's an escape from anonymity! 

Regardless of the music, costumes; the words I sing. 

 

 

I want to be someone. To be seen, acknowledged; not ignored. 

Prove my worth (what's the exchange rate?). That's what I'll do. 

Learn to surf? (Don't be stupid. You can't swim!). True. Admitted. 

I'll show them where I came from; how far I have come, and what I do.

 

That should impress. Speak of love, longing, loss and marriage; 

that should strike a chord. Maybe. Maybe not. Issuing an invite 

has its benefits: a hint of danger, mystery, and excitement. If you dream 

 

dream big; empires, conquest, battles of victory or defeat. 

If Peter Jackson can drape the fabric of Tolkien's middle earth 

over the New Zealand landscape (and it still remains); why can't I 

Create something memorable.? Money, investment, skill, talent?