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In My Skin
In My Skin
In my skin I know what is true
Don't lie to yourself, you know it too
Clear away all excuse and every denial
For your soul ,too, will be put on trial
Stop listening to that beguiling voice that says
You have every right, or your doing your best
For there is no greater or more clever deceiver than
The heart and mind of mortal man
We put on the glasses tinted with wild rose
And believe all the pretty lies that we are told
It's easier, you see, than to be honest and true
Which requires slothful bodies to get up and do
Come now, Don't be angry, I mostly preach to myself
I am the worst offender, in fantasy I dwell
So forget about trusting your heart and mind
In your skin you'll begin the truth to find
A solid reality you feel, see, and know
Not metaphorically or symbolically show
Let us be truthful, if to no one else,
We deserve to be honest, at least to ourself.
Copyright ©
Crystol Woods
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