The Museum of Forgetting

You say you are always changing

but you are just staying the same

radically the same

a disguised same

distracting yourself

from something

something like difficult feelings

with superficial changes

and flights of fancy

that you call freedom

but,

you are like a kite

on a million strings

trying to be a free spirit

you keep telling the same stories

over and over again

the same story about yourself

as if it were a little white lie

you were desperately

trying to convince

me

and you

of

and all the rest is a coverup

as if you won't let the water settle

long enough to see your own reflection

in case you see a tear in your eye

that you will never be able to wipe away