I realize many folk are just
These layers of headaches after layers
They give you unnecessary ****
They mold you as a person
Inside their own understanding
Just so they can feel themselves
Yet once layer after layer begins
To peel off their existence, we see
We see them differently don't we?
What fascinating beings we are
There are those covered in layers
And each night remove it all,
And put their heads on the pillow
Happy what with they did all day
Moving far away from who they
Really are to this world ,
Just to recreate the imagine
Of whatever Tuesday came before
It is always one issue after another
Before they expose truth
Then the real magic happens
When they learn
How to hunt naked,
and be "themselves"