Hey! Psst

Hey! Psst. . .

I gotta call them like I see them . . .
What a fantasy, woman!
So you're special. Really?
All that special?
Take a good look;
Try on my specs for awhile.

Wait, wait a minute . . .
Don't get offended if I make a few adjustments.
Let me clip a few of those over protected perceptions.
Equal you say? It's not like your mother's day.
Hey, babe, your vision is not 20/20.

I gotta call them like I see them.
Try another one on me . . .
Oh, you got your own life, your own dream?
You are going to be happy in the material scene?
First, the together looks,
The happening career.
Then baby and teddy bear.
What a fantasy, woman!
So what's special about all that anyway?

Psst . . . I got something you really overlooked.
Naw! It's not another fantasy.
Not even a better fantasy.
Take it easy!
Don't be afraid.
All I am doing is peeling the layer of dead skin away.
Those perceptions will sizzle away.
They don't have any Real power anyways.

Hey! You're expanding, you're dissolving.
Into what, you say?
Sssh, don't be bothering in that way.
Let the breathless state radiate the fear, the specialness
Of all that you thought dear
(It's the root of the fantasy, my dear).

Yeah, right! The fantasies are gone now.
Welcome to what is Real
She is alive, isn't She?
(The One that you had made into another one of your fantasies.)
God, She is the One,
The One whom you thought you could never Be.

12/90