I look out upon the stage.
A god I am, what a stand.
Let me play this image part.
It said, "I HAVE NO HEART".
My ways are not the same.
An understudy just went insane.
Though the stage is a golden play.
It twists my soul, every day.
Icon wonder upon the stage.
Much gold is the plunder and wage.
I get lost in the material wonder.
Where am I ? The doctor has the plunger.
Here I am waiting for my cue.
Where I should be is in a pew.
from my poem book - DREAMS