You can dress your soul in clothes;
fit for kings and/or peasants.
You can smile to hide the claim;
of fame or fortune less achieved
You can talk within the shadows of grace
Or walk within the conversation of space
You can convince your thoughts;
Into maticulously believing the lies.
Yet through all the darkness you remain;
A naked soul
A tearful frown
A muffled talk
A staggered walk
And a puzzled thought
Puzzled with the reality that underneath the myth, lies the truth.
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