When one walks as snow flakes of superficiality,
they coalesce into what becomes their personality.
When one plays to the crowd of peers,
their face is one of beautiful veneers.
When one realizes that - like life -
the beat of one's existence - like a hot knife -
can melt the dream, expose the scheme
and to the surface will rise the cream .
August 21st 2009
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield