(I wonder what to write about...
My inner voice is silent
The outer world is peaceful
But the inner world's so violent)
"I know!" my inner voice suddenly says
"why don't I write about others."
(That seems to happen on most days
but the masks are all down in letters)
"this isn't about the masks"
My inner voice replies
"this is about a costume"
"a very clever disguise"
(anyone in particular that I should write about?)
I ask, already knowing the reply
"yes! A few people who have talents"
"that you wouldn't know from their disguise"
"this beautiful world is hidden"
"under a veil of ugly deceit"
"But that veil is suddenly lifted"
"when eyes can meet"
(an interesting sentiment)
I say with a grin
As I realize I am talking
With the one within
"furthermore those talents"
"appear when least expected"
"these veils are tricky bastards"
"it takes time for the talent to be detected"
"When you can see beneath the deception"
"and the veil has been lifted"
"you suddenly have a new perception"
"and you see those people are truly gifted"
(I once again smile
At the absurdity of it all
Talking to myself as I cross the miles
Makes me feel like home isn't far at all)
