All For The Show

What are you?

Beneath the cover of appearance.

Below the riches you flaunt.

Behind those bejeweled walls, you build.

I can't find you.

The armor of your beauty fences in your soul.

The names you drop make me forget yours.

The finery that clothes you hides your humanity.

Be quick, seek yourself.

For when the wind blows away your cover,

And one day it will;

All that you laud yourself for, shall be blown away.

And left behind,

Chasing at the wind.

Will be the skin and bones of you.

And nobody to clap.