Youth In Verse Paper People Picture

Paper People

Listen to me singing –
A voice forever ringing
In your ear.
Is that all I am to you,
Just a sound that’s running through you,
If you hear?

Am I just a record?
A cacophony of discord?
A machine?
Am I more than sounds
Forever going round,
Never seen?

I’m not one of those paper people.
I’m something you can feel.
I’m not just sound around you.
Touch me. Come on, hold me
Know I’m real.

If you ever see me
You know that it won’t be me.
I’m not there.
Just a picture on your TV
A million dots, believe me,
Everywhere.

Well, I’m really somewhere
And you can always be there.
Yes, you can.
‘Cause I’m not some promotion.
No advertiser’s notion.
I’m a man.

I’m not one of those paper people.
I’m something you can feel.
I ain’t no superhero.
Touch me. Come on, hold me
Know I’m real.

Read the words I send you.
They cannot befriend you.
Black and white.
It’s just a heap of letters
That can’t throw off the fetters
And end the night!

Well, I guess I’m looking for me
So please don’t you ignore me.
Help me now.
Won’t you please unbind me.
You know I’ve got to find me.
Show me how.

I’m not one of those paper people.
I’m something you can feel.
I’m not just letters on a page.
Touch me. Come on, hold me.
Maybe you can show me
That I’m real.