You can be anybody,
Anybody at all.
You can be superman,
You can be spiderman,
John Glenn, Julius Caesar,
Ursula Andres,
The Marquis de Sade.
Life is your masquerade ball,
An amusement park
Where you can be anything you want to be,
Anything you can grab out of the free for all.
You can be Leonardo di Caprio in the morning,
And in the evening, Sophia Loren.
You can change your name,
Dye your hair,
Grow a moustache,
Shave your legs,
Tattoo yourself
And put on a dress.
You can look at yourself in the mirror
Until you don't recognize the man in the toga,
Imagining you are Apollo, Mars,
Venus di Milo
Posing for Michaelangelo.
You can be anybody with a story,
A gimmick,
A child progedy,
A gold medal,
A line,
An idea,
A guitar and a pen,
A semi automatic rifle,
A slogan,
A scam.
You can be anybody in the crowd
Picked out by the cameraman
For a close up
Or the spotlight,
Streaming on You Tube
Or Fubo.
You can plan your escape,
Enter stage left,
Take a bow,
Catch the bride's bouquet,
Hit the ball,
Hit the gas,
Hit the dance floor
Or the gridiron,
Move mountains,
Move to the front of the line.
You can talk about yourself
Until you are blue in the face,
You can hide behind a mask
Or mascara,
You can pretend to be the star
Or the weatherman
Or the undertaker,
A street corner preacher
Or a fantasy warrior,
Titled or incognito.
You can be anybody,
Anybody at all.
Anybody walking around,
Trying to lose their shadow.
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Author Notes
As the Metaverse looms before us, and the possibilities that technology creates confront people across the world, I would like to give people a reason for taking pause and consider what is really happening here. Is all this technology creating new selves, or taking us actually further and further from our real selves? In this day and age, technology enables people to cast aside gender and personality, form and substance, but is that really making us better people? I like to make people think, and I hope that's what happens here. estory
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