i think as if i am watched.
in my mind, everyone is conniving,
just waiting for me to fall.
they laugh at me when i fail
they hate me more with each success.
they are like vultures waiting to feast,
like hunters waiting for their prey.
open, eyes! I want to see!
silence, mind! I want to beleive!
there is more to them than i can paint.
i am not a balancing man on a wire,
the lime light is not on me at all times.
i am just like them and they are like me;
no better, no worse, desperatly in need of grace.
