How much of what we see is not reality?
Who hides behind masks of integrity?
None of us always reflect inner truth, do we?
Imagine a reaction if our conscience was free to see.
Shy smile sells millions with image.
Stones fall from a pearly white mouth.
Words harm innocents in our nation’s village.
Enter no garden snake, but a cottonmouth.
Beautiful bouquets appear in gardens,
possibly grown in tainted earth.
Poison can be disguised as charming.
Stolen wealth disguised, deadly worth.
A glance in a pond reveals our reflection.
Gentle wind, a rock thrown in, duck paddles;
ripples across a moment in time, change direction.
Clock hands move, our truth unravels.
Maybe it costs an entire lifetime to become real.
Each time I study myself, I often wish to flee.
Perhaps water did reveal the one I need to conceal.
Truly, a chameleon can enable us to survive.
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