Skin Deep
Think, step, look left right and then right again and then
back to the left.
Now close your eyes and breath,
inhale what you just saw,
the firm concrete your legs standing so jauntily on.
Now blink your eyes and hold them shut,
look left and then right, chances are you didn’t
see anything because your eyelids were shut, shocking, huh?
But who is to say we are not to see when our eyes our
closed.
Who ever said that we are not free.
I accept this binding called reality,
does that make me a slave, is there a collar
on my neck, a mark, a number?
Skin, my skin that's the mark,
but its me, I'm skin
Consistently refurbished to appear clean
and perfect, almost perfect.
My mind is me, no.
I am my mind, right?
Now the question is not what is, but who is?
Who is going to step out of reality,
No no step out of the facade.
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