Fan Down

Roars of approval

Claps

Snaps

Inhaling the ambiance of sage

Blending in with the back

And the black…

Being your Number One Fan

Is getting tiresome,

And I think I’m gonna go into retirement,

Pursue a new role;

Better yet, create one

For myself!

I’m stepping away from Fanfare.

Because I want to be Fantasy!

And you, who can mesmerize…

You, who are a master wordsmith,

Should already know

How this whole thing should go!

Taking sentences

Appearing as casual chitter chatter,

Padding them with Laugh Out Louds,

Making light out of the matter.

But what’s the matter is

It’s hard to be a cool undertone

When you are yearning, burning

To be warm, bold

And in a different zone.

All this Laughing Out Loud?

For Crying Out Loud!

All this cloak and dagger shit,

Knowing the joking represents

Stuff I really meant.

But will it ever come to be?

Will you ever leap out of your celebrity?

Yes, no can fault the impressiveness of the Legacy,

But at times, it’s overplayed

To the point where it’s almost known

It’s manmade, a façade:

A platinum sheath working overtime

To block out what lies beneath.

…and beneath I crave!

The humanity which you deem fragile

I soak up and label it brave.

Probably by this time,

You are working on your next lines

While lacing up your running shoes,

Putting your mp3 player on a groovy tune,

And your fast paced walk

Turns into a sprint,

You look to see if I’m behind you,

Appearing to be spent.

But I don’t break from my normal pace;

You must have forgotten; I do not chase…

If it is really meant to be,

You have to come to your senses;

Unshackle your fears and come to me.

But if you never do,

You cannot sit here and say

I never kept it real with you;

And although this holding pattern

Is your comfortable groove,

I have to get off this plane

And feel free to move.

© 2012