Most days the clouds hide the rays
Like our chest mask our emotion's face
Crazy how scary revealing truth can be
Much like exposing thoughts to the world
Then again, no hero is known by passivity
Shaking feet step across the daunting plank
Only fools dive into the ocean-
Without the ability to swim
Yet still many fools dive in
And somehow, they are breathing
So will I drown after i make the plunge,
Or find a hand to prevent my sinking?
Just as how an artist paints
I too wish to express my views
Hear your honest truth
Then sit back and appreciate the observed beaut
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 4:48 AM UTC
Most days the clouds hide the rays
Like our chest mask our emotion's face
Crazy how scary revealing truth can be
Much like exposing thoughts to the world
Then again, no hero is known by passivity
Shaking feet step across the daunting plank
Only fools dive into the ocean-
Without the ability to swim
Yet still many fools dive in
And somehow, they are breathing
So will I drown after i make the plunge,
Or find a hand to prevent my sinking?
Just as how an artist paints
I too wish to express my views
Hear your honest truth
Then sit back and appreciate the observed beaut
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