That which you wish to see.

There is a van in my soul and in it I roam the earth,
I walk into a pretty house with a freshly pressed dress.

My shoes are torn, I have no house but the world to call home,
I have an address and bills and I work and work.

I live free and live off the land, the hard work of harvesting shows on my hands,
My nails are cut perfectly and I take a long hot shower every day. 

I am me and yet I am not living me, in this society I am forced to be.  That which you only wish to see.