Under hazy shades of appearances
I move
carefelly disrobing my costume of life.

Off comes
the make up that hides my beautiful features.
Off comes
the fancy expensive clothes that say nothing
of my true character as a simple soul.
Off comes
the persona sent out at work
as I no longer conform to rules and roam in freedom retired.
Off comes
my armor so I can love again facing fears and insecurities.
Off comes
my ego that has ruled for so long just like the Cabal.