Hidden from View

 

I am within myself concealed

only to a chosen few am I revealed

You cannot see behind my skin and bone

because that is where I dwell alone

 

The outward facade is what you see

but be assured this is not the real me

A black beard and a bald head

leaves an awful lot unsaid

 

I carry myself with a certain air

which does not mean that I don´t care

My wardrobe does not give a clue

as to what I exactly do

 

Inside and far from any prying eye

is where the person and truth do lie

Yet within this durable frame

there exists someone with a real name

 

I am encased and always will be 

but I can communicate quite freely

I live inside a lonely world from which I cannot escape

I have nothing but a personal landscape

 

Often with friends and family

with much music, mirth and frivolity

my confinement becomes more intense

of which I can make little sense

 

Am I in a shell or a prison cell

is this some form of house arrest?

I suppose one day I shall be able to break free

when this ageing body decides to set me free