The Spare Part

I wish I could be that fool

As you want me to be;

I wish I could be that hypocrite

As it would be better to be.

I may not have traveled through

The untrodden path,

I may not have dreamt about

The hilly montage.

The flashes of the dreams

That never came true,

The full moon night together

We never spent through,

Haunt me now.

The promise which once made

Makes the emotional fool keep to beg.

The meaning of being together

Was never there;

Everything was always on the edge

Who cares?

The fight for uncertainty is still going on

On the verge of solitude a mirage

Still befools your moron. 

But who cares?

I still wish to be a character

In the drama, you perform,

But I'm just a spare part of

The backstage meant to deform

One day, for sure.