Help me... The Double Faced, Multiple Soul Leo Lilo

Who am I?... Who are we?... Who are, you?

Well, We are people of many faces like the politicians we despise. If actions define who we are then I am a color chart of a person. My actions and my soul are rarely synonymous, and if they were I would be the man with blood horns who's main goal is to torture the tortured.

Leo Lilo, yes, that's his name. But who is he, this guy, this idea, of Leo Lilo?

Leo was once a man who happily walked on the springing grass feeding the gun-less, chirping birds, but his revolutionary idea to give work another shot left him affected like a boy unknowing of his cancerous tumor. On his mindless, eager adventure to over-pay the rent, he meets these money seeking, spineless, popular culture brainwashed co-workers of his and nervously wonders, "will I ever be like them?" Mr. Lilo alone was intelligent in whatever form of intelligence you believe in. He had the ability to reason; differentiate with what was "right" and "wrong". Alone-a man of pope-like virtues. Interacting with his new 'friends'-injured like a teenage boy timidly inhaling his first joint.

He has not a clue of this type of jungle, and when he tip toed into the office his cleansed ideals were viewed as barbaric. He sat at one lunch-in, sort of expressing how money was of no importance, and well these invertebrate co-workers laughed at him as if he had an enlarged pimple growing from his eye balls, asking, "Why are you even here?"

It took only weeks before Leo Lilo fizzled into a heartless Bob Tweed of the world. Manipulating any system or person to receive money. I guess he loved the idea of being pure-away from his office, but his ocean colored views dissipated with his interactions. He tried to convince himself he was different, during the nights where the only heard voice was that of his cousins in the sky; sitting in the shower making up his own words to Bob Dylan songs, " I am different, but my actions are the same. I am different, but what makes us the same?" I guess if he were so different, he would not sit in a steaming bathroom questioning his own doings.

Did he turn into one of those office hawks, those damn near devil worshiping demons? One of those broken winged creatures who viewed life from a materialistic stand point? Where is the man...the man who walked in the park and fed the innocent ducks? His actions MUST not define his eternal soul.

Who is Leo Lilo?...
Where did he go?...