What you see is what you get
the calm before the storm
inside every man its born
selfpitty or false grandeur pride
of which will never concide
to the faithful this will abide
you are not what you say
as your learn new everyday
the past time of change
forcing you to rearange
passing into vulnerability
from heartache and despair to blissful tranquility
the mind conjures what you see in the mirror
broken beaten and down on your knee, till the last tear
haughty and full of mischief to hide the fear
every waking moment
life is your opponent
each year a new round
some harder than the last
the shattering embodiment of pain
dwindling the sanity of what makes you sane
the constant struggle of self idendity
who are you?
what are you?
do you really know?
your coverup makes a perfect flow
the winds cause a tide
your facade blown aside
now revealed
the truth no longer sealed
no where to hide
no where to run
faced with the reality
your one true face
a bloody disgrace?
or a true pleasure?
do not lament on a temporary measure
the days are now
act while you still have time
find what you need to be
the whole world for yours to see
mold into the ultimate creation
take on this new sensation
the final version of you is yet to come
go pursue a dream and becone a ripe old plum
all but nothing determines who you are
oneday someone, one day another
The illusion of the self has many faces