Things, crimes really, moving through my mind.
I wouldn't dare speak them aloud.
Sometimes I just don't know when to shut my mouth.
We're all guilty of something,
it's always an eye for an eye,
but how do we hold on to the purity
wrapped in weather-worn leather inside?
I can peel off my layers,
but what good would that do?
Leave myself vulnerable,
a sitting target for you.
When life gives you lemons,
or some other silly thing...
we could make the best of it,
but it's easier to feign
Interest in continuing,
trudging, heavy boots forward.
Through mud, through clay,
Forward until night and day,
And, I could peel off my layers.
If I thought it would accomplish anything.