Mask
We see ourselves in the mirror
feel safe
looks so familiar
afraid to break open
our hearts
worried about what
everyone thinks
cake our face with make-up
make-up means nothing
in the dark;
most of us live our lives in the dark
so afraid to show our
true faces.
We are all beautiful,
life is like a cross country
road trip;
never know what’s coming,
never satisfied with what we
find.
When you leave your soul
behind;
you have nothing to fall back on.
A year’s time flies
like a balloon
high into the sky;
a message attached to the string;
in a year’s time
you can get the world
and have it
blown away
by a single breeze.
Nothing more than a
lost soul
floating restlessly
looking for a home;
without a soul
we are nothing but a body.
In a year’s time,
a body decomposes,
but a soul leaves a legacy.
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