IsAnybodyThereSenior Contributor
Becoming Self-Ish by @IsThereAnybodyThere
Becoming Self-ish
Asking questions in the dark
Find no answers, leave no mark,
Throw your voice into the breeze
With all the sound of falling leaves.
People wearing plastic faces
Shedding tears that leave no traces,
All emotions so prepacked,
Waiting for each life-attack.
Masks of fortune, masks of war,
And underneath, no longer sure;
The soul is buried in decay,
Don’t let your true-self slip away.
Normality, banality;
The shallow waters hide the deep,
Don’t be afraid to be free
And be just who you want to be.
@NatureLover, @tyme. ,& Thanks to all others who have give such help.