The casts of reality a glow of crisp stance
In smooth surface of texture soon to crinkle
Mere mortal man exposed to whom he is
We tarry often to the extreme of what is to be
In a playful role of facades
I look past the roles to see the heart
Peering with eyes of a diligent nature
As to how I see filaments of reality
Man is who he is, we must respect the true heart...