Mark is Not Mark

**Mark is Not Mark**

Mark is a normal looking guy from America,  

He walks the streets where dreams dare to spark,  

A shadow blending with the city's panorama,  

Yet within his eyes, there's an untold arc.

In crowds, he moves, a face among faces,  

His footsteps echo through the bustling park,  

But hidden deep in unknown spaces,  

Lies a secret, where Mark is not Mark.

By day he blends, a seamless existence,  

A man of routines, steady and stark,  

But come the night, he sheds resistance,  

Becoming someone else, a light in the dark.

Whispers of truths and hidden desires,  

In the quiet corners where mysteries embark,  

A life split between mundane and fires,  

In twilight’s embrace, Mark is not Mark.

He dreams in colors, bold and bright,  

Of worlds unseen, beyond the embark,  

Where fantasy and reality unite,  

In those realms, Mark is not Mark.

So when you see him, just a guy from America,  

Know that beneath the surface, past the facade,  

Lies a tale of wonder, a hidden saga,  

For within every heart, there’s a secret trove,  

And in this, Mark is not Mark.