Nothing Is As It Seems

Nothing is for certain Left alone in the freezing frigid winter air Thinking>>always thinking I think I think too much<< I always find myself alone in the end Thinking how, when & where it all went wrong/// I'm not as strong as I think I am Thinking that I'm more than I am Ashamed to say I'm nothing more than a man Corrupt to a fault I know how to play the game of espionage Manipulation comes easy to a quiet "good" little boy Who spent his days observing human frailties & weaknesses Using shyness as a guise to masquerade in the lion's den of hypocrisy & denial A master of disguise, I've become a thespian of sorts Performing before a sold-out theatre*** Closing with a standing ovation.