We
All make faces
To meet the faces
That we meet.
Live
A life of lies,
Treachery
And deceit.
To
Question Reality
Is Sinful,
Just Accept
That Shoes
Have Laces.
Die
Never knowing,
Whether it's us
That's real,
Or our faces.
-
Just
Accept
That the truth
Is beyond you.
Accept
That you're probably
Too puny
To possibly
Tell false
From True.
-
Our
Sorrows and
Denials, trying to
Deny death
And joys
Hands
So well sculpted,
We don’t pause
To think
Of their poise.
Covered
Our hands are,
With gloves.
Our real inner
Beauty, hidden
Behind a facade.
With
Time, we may
Come to understand
Something of the
World, but much
Blood
I fear, must
First lay in our
Path, red carpet
We for ourselves have
Unfurled.
-
Just
Accept.
~Jeajea Veanson
All make faces
To meet the faces
That we meet.
Live
A life of lies,
Treachery
And deceit.
To
Question Reality
Is Sinful,
Just Accept
That Shoes
Have Laces.
Die
Never knowing,
Whether it's us
That's real,
Or our faces.
-
Just
Accept
That the truth
Is beyond you.
Accept
That you're probably
Too puny
To possibly
Tell false
From True.
-
Our
Sorrows and
Denials, trying to
Deny death
And joys
Hands
So well sculpted,
We don’t pause
To think
Of their poise.
Covered
Our hands are,
With gloves.
Our real inner
Beauty, hidden
Behind a facade.
With
Time, we may
Come to understand
Something of the
World, but much
Blood
I fear, must
First lay in our
Path, red carpet
We for ourselves have
Unfurled.
-
Just
Accept.
~Jeajea Veanson
