When I saw people around me, I try to read between the lines.
Their faces was covered with masks .It was a part of what they called the circle of times.
Circle of times? What could this be?
One said to me that vanity is a sin that they disbelieve, so they cover the face and forget their name to have a life of selflessness and worry free.
The circle represents the face and times is a new change upon us.
They believed in simplicity, back home simple living should be a must.
They stuck by me and took me to different places.
I saw the vast blue oceans and felt the rough earth that engulfed past generations.
They seemed sincere and fed me with” smiles.” Or maybe a frown turned upside down because I was deceived.
Then instantly, a sharp pain crept up my spine to my brain and delivered messages to me.
I saw their faces and knew their names.
They were deception, hoodwink, cheat, and deranged.
They doped me by their happy mask they wore.
And I cradled in my hands the wisdom I had borne.
No longer will I follow the wind where it takes the leaves and shrubs that fly.
I read your face with real eyes, I read between the lines.
With real eyes you should realize all of the real lies.