All I wanted was to live my own life.
And get away from my phony wife.
I merely wanted to escape,
And find a better place.
This enticement of freedom drew me through that door,
For my life was becoming,
A never-ending chore.
That faint click of the door closing,
For this new world began exposing.
A crisp foreign odour clogged up my nose,
And the sweltering sun burned my cold toes.
Colossal buildings towered in the skies,
Like a shadowing disguise.
An immense crowd had gathered ahead,
“Welcome Truman” is what they said.
My smile vanished into thin air,
As the camera lenses began to stare.
The masses of crowd called my name,
When I didn’t even ask for this thing they call fame,
Can’t they see that it is tormenting me?
Why can’t they just let me be?
