Book Cover

E1

Staring right at myself.
It asked me who I am.
My reply was, "the greatest"
I didn't deny,
Now I'm convinced my life is a lie.
Groveling through long hours.
Yelling at walking hollows,
Undeserving of sorrow,
Into my core it burrowed.

Walking on the oceans;
Sleeping on the clouds.
Above average my presence resound.
Intricate package, my soul yells out.
For this near perfection;
I need a perfect crowd,
One that can withstand my perfect smile without getting drowned.
This vast mind, infinite potential.
A sun in the day, the stars in the night.

What if it's Just a cover?
What if being cocky is a wall and I'm behind?
What if this confidence is an inner reminder?
Or rather a method to convince the aimless rider.
What if under the superficial shell is a soft individual?
Without the cover I wonder, what would leak out?
A golden yolk, or one greyed out.