Exposing the inner self to the universe,
letting the world contemplate our revolving thoughts.
Lying on an imaginary foam cloud,
a soft stage under a harsh spotlight,
we show the spectators what we really are.
Hands and feet bare,
toes and fingers uncovered before the audience
Here we are shameless, faces open, and teeth visible.
They see without barriers
whatever they wish.
They judge.
They jump to conclusions.
They bully.
They unflatter.
They point at us
as if we were vile criminals.
Yet, here we are: naked.
The world can say whatever it wants
about every one of us,
because we stand here
as we were born:
nothing to hide,
nothing to be ashamed of.
They could see, think and say a thing,
good or bad,
we already know ourselves,
pretty well.
But they will never touch
the truth of what we’re really worth,
even when we are naked
before the universe.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 11:39 PM UTC
Exposing the inner self to the universe,
letting the world contemplate our revolving thoughts.
Lying on an imaginary foam cloud,
a soft stage under a harsh spotlight,
we show the spectators what we really are.
Hands and feet bare,
toes and fingers uncovered before the audience
Here we are shameless, faces open, and teeth visible.
They see without barriers
whatever they wish.
They judge.
They jump to conclusions.
They bully.
They unflatter.
They point at us
as if we were vile criminals.
Yet, here we are: naked.
The world can say whatever it wants
about every one of us,
because we stand here
as we were born:
nothing to hide,
nothing to be ashamed of.
They could see, think and say a thing,
good or bad,
we already know ourselves,
pretty well.
But they will never touch
the truth of what we’re really worth,
even when we are naked
before the universe.
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