The whoI hide My intention To findThe who
The lost art
Away from view I am Under scrutiny
I find who
The heart The soul The who
These QuestionsThese questions shout out so quietly Against a starless sky I can’t for the life of me answer them The echo subdues my thoughtThese Questions
A wasteland in the form of company Trying to forget their own shortcomings They strive to point out mine But I show them willingly
Alone beyond company I wander among the stares I get They dare not speak to me Afraid that I will reveal who they are
For why and what they are I can never understand, but still I see them
I see through them like glass And I wonder; why do they hide?
The mask conceal
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Tralle!
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