There is a world I belong to,
a vibrant bright world with a shadow of its own.
The living that walk lies
tress that don’t talk still exhale the good,
The intelligence that lives
and a cruelty it sniffs.
The suffering of many and the journey of few,
the phoney lives it’s breeding, hate and jealously all redeemed.
Beneath the layers of skin, no honesty is to found.
The Time is the veil of truth and the shadows of hollow lies,
once up: tilting the tables of pride.
Oh Ru the soul©®™