The Canadian Brad Pitt is a fake

Are you?
Who I think you are.
Making my integrity weaken?
For the love of healing!
Heal me lord'
and you shall be within this.
Bells and whistles.
A christmas carol -
and a choir full of tears.

But aren't you who I think you are, Marco.
Who are you?

That I doubt the integrity.
Challenged.
I felt challenged...
and the moral device I owning'
in winter solice.

Are you examining my integrity!
Do you know who I am -
that I've investigated.

That trail of reason has turned;
trial and error has followed its course.

And on the path perhaps I met you there.

It was a combination of goldilocks meets the three
bears. Or-
Hanzel and Gretel meeting Red Riding Hood?
Somewhere a concept of moral hi-jinx.

Though I thought about reaching out to you
made me afraid to wander alone.
And I took your hand, Tanya.

In a world called catastrophe amidst corruption
the laws and order of mankind.

Though I revealed my heart and soul;
in the neighborhood of dreams...
like Mr. Rogers or Sesame Street.

But I had a favorite: Mr. Dress-up.

And then came television.
Television' is life.

I continued out the search to find me.
My integrity of choice and reasonability.
Only to find me.
Here I am.
There I see you, Marco.

Checking oil in my vehicle of choice.
The dreaming hasn't stopped.
Subconscious armour cover me all.

But are you channelling my energy?
Do you challenge my sense for integrity.
This reaction of a present mind,
a mind that is present in time.

I've strengthened my vulnerability.
My objective self.
The negative self talk has worn out its welcoming.
The welcome mat I swept to a world at my feet.
The door step.
I'm consciously aware.

Aren't you a threat to my security?
Am I unconscious of you - you.
Provided that we prevent the fact.
We've settled - over again.

Though I'll never anticipate deserving
no better
from
you.