whatareyouthinking

Acting is if he was one of the boys
As he interacts through awkward noise
With words and movement, mere decoys
From the heart and all that it employs

He makes an impression and hopes it sticks
Or clicks with who’s who in workplace cliques
As perceptions ensue, his soul will transfix
From the politics of workplace politics

And he says…
I wish I was there
Now that I’m no longer there
I wish the walls were my ears
The part of me that cares
Wishes I no longer cared
To chase away these fantasies and fears

Aftertalk is the talk
That carries on once you walk
Away from that which you were just a part
As your image gets molded through the mouths
of whom you’ll depart

Once at home he ponders what he’s all about
As he seeks release from his internal doubt
And wishes he could hear the Aftertalk play out
Or at least live to learn how to live without

And he says…
I wish I was there
Now that I’m no longer there
I wish the walls were my ears
The part of me that cares
Wishes I no longer cared
To chase away these fantasies and fears

Aftertalk is the talk
That carries on once you walk
Away from that which you were just a part
As your image gets molded through the mouths
of whom you’ll depart

© 2008 J. Marshall