Do I hide behind past faults
Or can I walk again…
When I look into the mirror can I be content with the face starring back at me.
When I smile can I know for sure it’s genuine..
I will tread lightly my dear. I fear my mind has been unraveling..
It is time that I want, it always has been, yet it slips from me so fast, I haven’t any time at all..
I lust for time, I crave it
it hasn’t any delay for me
It keeps going
And I’m always in motion
You see what we call beauty isn’t beauty at all, this face this skin..
Anybody can have a pretty face
But the soul, if well maintained is beautiful, so rare if you can feel its radiance
And the eyes, gateways to our minds..
I will stand. Stand and become whole.
We haven’t any time at all.
Beautiful!