Vizard

Are we what we see,

Or a vizard we dree

It's woven into our soul,

It's what we withhold

Virtues not kept,

The promises that we leapt

Are we what we breed,

Or is it all greed?

This question to ignite,

It's out of our delight

So we count on to masquerade,

And the follies continue to predate

Because it's what we can't hide,

And keep this brute inside

But if I contemplate,

This tremendous effort I make

Of what I can't conceal,

This dirt I try to feel

It's then I realise,

An inner calm and peace

As I begin to see and perceive,

Is what I need

To become and what I am yet to be.