Masquerading as Me

Is life one long game of bumper cars, without the cars? Oft a carousel spinning round and round- never going anywhere. I am not Jack but i am in the box. I am the crazy bird that lives in the clock. Running in place on life's treadmill..I am a broken toy forgotten on a dusty shelf. I refuse to wear a mask. I go as myself to the masquerade we all attend. Meander meaningfully, eyes wide open. Wander the path with wonder...as if it is not a maddening maze of wrong turns and dead ends. A mirage will remain the same distance away- no matter how fast u run. Well balanced sanity or lunacy? Occasionally unsound of mind, going mad within the madness...truth be told, I'm fond of the mad hatter.
Which side of the glass are you looking through? If I fog it all up, will it matter if I can't see? Leave the windows open and try every door. Let the shadows eat your doubt. We lie loudest when we lie to ourselves. So be true...and unapologetically you. Unashamed- dance with people watching. Nourished keeping your belly full..of laughter. Soon you will discard the mask and come as yourself.