August 14, 2017

You can't wear a mask forever,

in time you'll be exposed.

Those secrets that you'd rather keep,

doors you've bolted closed.


Some people call it karma

or the pride before a fall.

The act of being cut to size

when once you walked so tall.


On that day I'll press the glass

of the windows of my house.

A focused quest to have it all

can leave you here without.


So keep that leather strapped up tight,

knot up every lace,

if you want me to be the only one

who's ever seen your face. 


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