your ways

no matter how the clock ticks you want it your way

no matter how many days and nights are in a week

you still want to split the numbers like a pizza

and have it all diced and sliced your way

back and forth and so on and so forth

many cameras are setting up to capture your

sentiments for a worldwide crowd

but your screams are silent

and the facial expressions

are puzzling and hard to explain

what do you view as your true self again?