Then, Shall You Have Sincerity

Dirt out of fingernails,  blood off our hands
Expect of ourselves what of the world we demand

So, here I’ve been
Choking madly on hilarity, and its all thanks to you,
A perfect mockery of your own ideals

In your lust for everything else,
It seems you’ve lost yourself
But what will it profit a man who gains the world
And looses his soul?

Yet, those eyes do look familiar
I think I saw my life through them, once

Think not for what is but for what could be
Must we fear sleep but for the dreams that shame our reality?
This is man’s masochism; the perversion of self-butchery
Here lay his soul, plagued with false identities,
Seeking to become all it meets

Every attempt to demonize another
Guises the effort to victimize ourselves
But, take an honest look in the mirror
There’s only room for one or the other

So, please take the time to distinguish your face
And so, be the first to put yourself in place
The eyes staring back are where change can begin
And, the struggle for self must be fought from within