Behind My Scenes
by Tracy Alabata

I claw like a cat
And buzz like a bee.
What you might think
Isn't always what you see.

Whatever you do
Don't you climb up my tree
'Cuz everything up there
Belongs to me and only me. 

And face of mine is an illusion
Which causes confusion
To those who want a solution--
A conclusion.

Although I'm surrounded by pollution,
It's all right--though it is an intrusion
'Cuz now it's become part of a fusion
That makes the better things bright.

Can you see behind my scenes?
I am every actor and actress,
All the way to the techies
And grip classes.

Sometimes I wish snatch
Away that patch
That I can't catch
Or scratch
Off.

And sometimes I wanna be someone else.
Someone I've never been before
An individual like myself, or should I say you.
I want it more and more.

You, my half, have your own fine shine.
The energy you share with me is so sublime
I cannot define
Every time
You chimed
In on my grime
And showed no sign
That you knew I was blind.

You handed me a dime
And said to forget every crime.

At that moment you seemed so divine
Like an overflowing wine,
Abundant rhymes
That I pine
For.

Sometimes, I wish your soul was mine.