If the world was mine, we'd all be naked.
No one would wear any clothes.
Just wander about, completely exposed, with nothing to hide and nowhere to hide it.
Clothes are the outward expression of insecurities.
Insecurity is a breed of clothing, a way of cowering and hiding.
If the world was mine, we'd all be secure.
No one would be insecure.
Just wander about, completely exposed, with nothing to hide and nowhere to hide it.
Insecurity is an excuse to justify a lie.
Lies keep us from becoming what we should be, because we lie to ourselves.
If the world was mine, we'd all be honest.
Because we'd be secure and naked.