candour

I want to speak all of me About what I truly want, About what I fear, But, there ain't any ears. I want to show all of me About how I think About how I observe But there ain't any eyes. And I must say this with a sigh, Everyone thinks they understand each other. But that's not really true. Yet one infers the other, Not all are true to each other, Though there may be an armoured bond among them, But none of them is truly spiritual for each other. Everyone has their invisible part which is never known to the world, except for them. Now I ask you, Which face of mine do your eyes really want to behold? Which voice of mine does your ears actually want to learn? And let me tell you, The misconceptions among us are just because of what you want to listen and what you want to gawk at. And I'll be always hoping, Will I get a chance to decipher and confess everything I want to say and listen to it from you? I don't want my nights filled with those mazes I just want a very right moment to unwrap myself.