Cultural masks protect us from lack of self confidence.
You hang piles of scantily dressed pouting pictures
Spinning recurring social webs like a senile spider
There is no download key for happiness software
Sadness overflow, cut through wounds, a lurch
Amber mood, like sap pearling down a birch
Peeling off bark, running along the beech alley
Rub your skin and skip down the beach way
Like a caterpillar in a dark slumber I wait for summer
When sunlight fade your smile is a shining wonder
Ignite my mind, radiant energy, bitter harmony
Let the sky fall, Moon tears slip on my nose
You put a cross through my lips, silent prose
xx
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