because it's so much easier to be dumb
then to show everyone your true self
so when people stare, it's not really at you
anything you've felt or become
anything you've said wished for or done
but how long can we deny are true selves freedom?
before peripheral forces penetralia into
shades of limelight at the core of many eyes
blinking staring, budging watching spy hawking
feel the criticism, tenacious between your shoulder blades?
oh that cuspis exploding sporadically in your heart
and what shall we do?
where shall we go?
is it ok if i retreat in your soul?