Impetus and dismay

 Impetus and dismay
I am neither of you
A rich face comes across the screen
inside your mind

telling you
That you have finally become him
false tidy
overkempt

society sewn
I am not that
the lonely trail has become a weapon
to hunt my own food

impetus and dismay
I am both of you
and know the smell of my disappointment
how it contrasts with the smell of my sweat

part of my brain
Is occupied as if a fctory
many things are produced
yet it stands as a symbol of effort

I confuse my very apperance
how important is it
for me to define the very meaning of it all
the contrasts in themselves ... meaningless