Revealance


There comes a time when we must disclose out true identity,
When this happens, some others do not believe us.
Some are skeptical, such as the idiot psychiatrists that believe only in their own wisdom,
Some are uncaring as to anothers feelings on the matter, much like a na•ve child,
And it all stems from the question ‘Who am I’

So, Who am I.
An immortal question indeed,
As one who watches the TV game shows knows,
‘Who am I? I was born then and I did these things, so who am I?’
Who cares. I do. At least somebody wants to know.
You see, in our ‘western civilised’ societies, everyboy is a so-called individual;
That is, someone who will make their conscious feelings felt in whatever way.

You see, the individual as a person is recognised, is someone.
It has, I suppose, to do with the egos need nor personal safety and company-
Nobody wants to be alone, even if they say they do-
So they become the Somebody Different in order to gain Respect.

It is like holding a gun up and saying: ‘Hey, respect me or I’ll kill you.’
There is a choice. Either you say ‘Yeah, sure man.’ And you’re his friend,
Or you’re dead.
It works, doesn’t it. You’ve become the forced friend.
The friend forced to become the individual in your own group with
The so called Elite, ie; you and the wielder of the force- the gun.

But seemingly away from the point that is, it really is the point.
Let me explain again.
No, let me say the point straight out.
You cannot be the individual, therefore you cannot express your self?
Wrong. 
You can become the individual in these days by doing things that are Socially unacceptable?
Wrong.

What is right is by becoming ‘normal’. The average, the mediocre, the mean. Whatever.
Be the ‘norm’, for no-one else is.
In fact, if you think about it, there is another way...

Who am I? What do I like, what do I hate?
Why am I what I am? Who, why, what, when and How?
I will tell you my side, then you think of yours.

I am an author, a poet, a writer, a nobody.
I do not want to be anybody, I want to be the societal norm.
I want to be the individual?
I cannot escape from life easily while fixing it up and not causing social backlash,
I cannot, therefore, escape myself.
I understand that to change the world, I must, as one songwriter I know puts it,
Change myself.
I must become something different, I must be able to change and be willing to accept
You, and Him and Her and them and everyones reponsibility and point of view.

Now, I recently recalled somebody talking about their personal facade, their mask
And I think ‘I have a mask I wear, which hides my fear.’
I am afraid to talk on the telephone.
I am afraid to go to sleep at night.
I am afraid of being trapped by a bushfire or flood.
I am always afraid of everything... almost (I will explain).

But I don’t show it. I lie about my weaknesses. I joke about my fear. Why?
Well, perhaps I am afraid that somebody will find out.
But isn’t that what I want? Why can’t somebody else know?
Because... I don’t... I can’t tell them.
Why not?

But there are those who know me,
Know my insides better than most.
Perhaps better than me, perhaps not. These are the people that I am not afraid of.
They are the nameles few whom I love
And for whom I really care.
Maybe itÕs the people for whom I have no knowledge
Or any sense to care for that scare me. I think it is.

But the question is ‘Who am I?’
And the answer isn’t easy, but the solution is simple.
The simplest way to find out who you are is to ask yourself
What are my fears, and how can they be overcome.
Once you know what your weakness is,
Murder it. Kill it. Overcome it.
Do not be afraid of your weakness.

In a book, Dune, the main characters main idea of fear is this:
Fear is the mind killer. It can be overcome only if you want it to be overcome.
Face it and it will decline, run from it and it will mount behind you.

Basically, he was right, and in the end of the book he overcame his fear
And won. 
And so can you, just look at your problem, face it and say
That isn’t so hard. This question is easy. This has to be the answer.

And this was my solution:
You are nothing at all.
You are what you think others think you are.
You are alive.
That is all.
What else is there?