My Counterfeit - Diorama

Your life is like an illusion to me

Never clearing up never taking shape

A secret you’re keeping well

A vapid play without audience

Irrational ideas not testable belief

A sequence of misunderstandings

So here’s the place you dropped me at

My battle ground my totem pole

My counterfeit

I walk without a single doubt

That even I have weapons too

To join the fight

Your legend is told in an unknown voice

Beyond the wheel of life

I’ll always weave myself between your molecules

I’ve not grown wise in this wide open space

I’m heading for disorder

My inner compass fails to point at my origin

So here’s the place you dropped me at

My battle ground my totem pole

My counterfeit

I walk without a single doubt

That even I have weapons too

To join the fight

Too soon too soon

You’ve had a son to teach

Too soon too soon

You’ve had a son to teach

Take part I won’t ask for more

Just for a day I won’t ask for more