Not a single scar,
not a single freckle;
Tell me if you're still holding up with plastics and bottles;
Hearts of stone,
Kindness rattled;
Tell me, if you are still aware of the past you battled;
The clear skies,
And the lucky tries;
Tell me if they are actually what you think when yet another day dies.
Old pictures of mine,
The letting the confidence shine,
Am I the only one with that on mind;
Tell me if it's all real, or it's just another filter of thine.
