All we are may just be skin.
For all we know there's naught within,
Except for tears and beating hearts,
As they are proven, public parts.

We live and give; we also take.
There's love we feel, there's love we make.
The tears fall freely from your eyes...
Feigned smiles make up your diguise.

Hurt. Grin. Pulses beat.
Trip and stumble: my two feet.
Tattooed, stained. Do not forget.
The memories remain unmet.

Dissatisfied... excess desire.
Impersonal. Internal fire.
And building walls is overdone,
Block by brick, remove the sun.
Bear it. Bare it. Free it all.
Let it go - enjoy the fall.
Thunder, lightning; what's in store?
Taste the rain, renew your core.