See Me, From the Outside

See me, from the outside
read the messages there
they are a poor reflection
of the soul within the lair

for no man can know another
no one can see through the veneer
no one knows what is honest
no one knows what is sincere

the facade is all we have
to display and show the world
tarnished or resplendent
it is our flag unfurled

for no man can know another
no one can see through the veneer
no one knows what is honest
no one knows what is sincere

shiny spit and polish
doth often hide the truth
of dark and deep corruption
a soul bereft of ruth

but no man can know another
one can only trust
that there is a shine to be found
amid the crud and rust



Ndinombethe.



p.s. Perhaps I shouldn't write when I am listening to morose music.