who are we
to say what we mean
times and trials feign to create who we are
we offer our perception
no more
too often less
sitting in corners holding our tongues
pretending to be what were not
not with purpose do we hide our skin
but out of neccessity
to become what is norm
what will be thought of us if we speak with our minds
what will become of us
a momentary pause in the midst of it all
a mind moving around a time frozen place
seeing all there is and deceiving only ourself
hectic movements from the corner of our eyes
now symmetry
together as it should be
one two three, four
on the last a kick