Recycled

Recycled

Published by Tim Schlesener, 50tripsaroundthesun.com

5 OCT 2020

v1.

Damned if you don’t or if you do.

Is this really even you?

Or just an image that you’re trying to portray?

I’m just looking for the truth

And the driver turns the screw.

Seems like yet another déjà vu day.

Like a performer on a stage

Reciting lines from a page

Watching them admire me from afar

Fake it til you make it.

It’s your claim if you’ll just stake it.

But wherever it is that you go there you are.

Chorus

I’m on a vision quest.

Just sorting through the mess.

Testifying as a witness at my own trial.

Can I even believe the lie?

Looking through the beholders eye.

Nothing new here to see I think I’m just recycled.

V2.

Bang your head against the wall.

Yet another curtain call.

Show’s never over when you’re stuck in the encore.

Is it time to lay it down?

Or shall I play another round?

Am I really better off now than before?

Rehearsing lines from a scene

What’s it really even mean?

Trying to be all that I can be.

Are you faking or are you feeling?

What’s the secret you’re not revealing?

Whoever I am I’m still the same old me

Repeat Chorus