We wear many elaborate masks
For many different laborious tasks
The moment the mask Comes off
Our fragile emotions aloft

Unwise ,we jeopardize
Right before our eyes
Overwhelming, Exasperation
defines exploration
For who we truly are
A poet, A romantic dreamer
wishing upon a star
Perhaps a heart with
a deep, gaping, cavernous scar

Reality rears it’t Ugly head,
love or hate we made our preverbal bed
We each have a choice to make
For goodness sake, We choose our fate

No longer we can hide
That which is inside
A pinnacle moment,We must decide
Now equipped with clarity to see
And understand
who we truly NEED to be

We can’t put that monster back in the box
No matter how many locks
We can’t unring the Bell
Even that road has a story to tell

The totality of the question lingers
As answers slip through our fingers
From over the horizon to the pit of hell
Finally we can descry
However daunting, The encompassing
question of Why!, we cannot deny
What Still remain, that which keeps us sane

Do we want to BE that person?