Pretenders
She is looking at me
No, not looking at me
She is staring, pretending
That she doesn't see
As the train, moving slowly
Taking us to the sea
I am trying to look,
I can't help it, but see:
She is going to party
All dressed up like a puppet
Bright red lipstick and handbag,
False eye lashes and tan
She is staring, pretending
To look forward to party
And I'm looking, pretending,
Not to care, not to see.
Is she sad? Is she happy?
Why the dress? And the make up?
What location? What purpose?
What is there - to see?
As the train, moving slowly
Taking us into darkness
She and I sit there, looking,
Pretending TO BE.
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