If we can step away from all the mess,
Confusing words and faces without zeal,
Perhaps we could traverse with some finesse
This hackneyed world, and reach for that ideal

That can be seen in moments left unread;
An honest look, unfetter’d words, divulge
Excess of thoughts we’ve prior left unsaid,
For pointless chatter rather we’d indulge:

In how we speak and what we say, much more
The world can see the truth of us displayed;
To not restrain or to hold back what store
Of self we’d rather hide than promenade

And when we are just who we are indeed
We give our best to life and then proceed.