Alter-Ego
(Looking through some old photos and reflecting on my former hedonistic lifestyle with some degree of nostalgia.
It seemed like a time of such pleasure, but was it really?)

Growing old or growing up?
Clouded memories seem all so sweet
Young and free?
Pictures can tell a thousand words
But all I hear is deafening silence
The muffled cry of a deceived heart
Strings pulling it from all directions.

How easily hard times are forgotten
How quickly the lesson wasted
The smiling past cries out for answers
Answers that now seem hard to swallow
Truth that tastes sweet in my mouth
But sour in the stomach
Absolutes!

Dare I become a pillar of salt?
Dare I glance over my shoulder
At a distant existence
With its false allure.

Drowning in the deep end
Gasping for selfish air
Squeezing another anguished second
Between me and my maker
My alter-ego beckons
From the muddy shallows
Shifting again to disguise
His sinking feet
His sinking feet
I wave goodbye
And wish him dead.