Taking a Dive From The Surface

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The surface is not who we are,

the surface shows nothing.

Surface is just for show,

the surface is bluffing.

 

Americans call this soccer,

but for me that makes no sense.

Football is my passion,

I'm talking about past, present, and future tense.

 

But then again I can't live without style,

this I've learned to be true.

Try to think of people that always look better than me?

Well, I can only think of a few...

 

But then strip away the filters,

these dark and light shades I hide behind

and when I truly look at myself,

It's a bit scary what I can find.

 

What do I really stand for?

Am I willing to go the distance?

How much more do you have in you?

This isn't so easy now, is it?

 

As I look into myself

these questions loom over my head,

but then something grabs me, 

and pulls me up... even though I'm only hanging on by just a thread.

 

This being, spirit, creature... I'm not sure what it is

It looks me in the eye and is confident, determined, strong.

At first I am confused,

I asked it what's wrong?

 

I glanced to my left, then looked at it again

this time there was no being, spirit, or creature

this startled me at first

I had looked away only a second, but now it has all my features.

 

How could this be so?

Confident? Determined? Strong?

on the surface these don't show...

but then again, maybe the surface is wrong.

 

 

 

 

Comments

AntonioAmaya

something about myself..

AntonioAmaya

something about myself...

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