What you see is what you get in a perfect world
Illusions are for the foolish, and clarity takes prevalence
We walk around with masks, day in and day out
Masks that only come off when were too tired to keep them on
Or when were in front of certain others
Do the pseudo visages mimic beauty?
Is beauty now perpetually hidden behind these masks?
Those who have no masks are few
Shunned and alienated
Considered ugly to those of masquerades
Acceptance is scarce for the inorganic minded
The bigger picture can make you feel so small
Lost inside the countless brushstrokes
Everyone else is the painter while fate controls the brush
Paint your own pieces
remove your masks & spare no feelings
for the truth is the catalyst of advancement.