What untold secrets lie hidden in these folds of flesh?
What long-sought answers lie out of sight, just beneath my skin?
A bit of truth bursts forth with every hair…..
that grows. If I were only more aware.
A bit of my being bleeds with every tear. If I could only catch them all, I’d see myself so clear.
The paths which I seek course within, flowing out from my heart and back again.
The mirrors of others faces reflect only what they see. The image at the back of my own eyes is the truth about me.