Within I struggle

like a Bee trapped indoors

looks so easy to escape

yet there is always the 'glass'.

He wants to run

explore lifes not done

create whatever

be trapped no fun.

Me thats life

have to work to eat to play

how can me escape

when me has no say.

So Me grabs a moment

writes and writes

albout He I guess

his perceived life.

You see Me is reality

the real deal

He is a character

I have created from thin air.

He is my alto ego

or my secret dream,

a clone in an odd way

for he was  despatched from Me.

A factoidal fiction

yet with a powerful will

He disturbs my peace

exposes my fault lines,

has me wishing

then drives me to write

shall I trash pens and paper

call it a day

say goodnight.