Chapter 700

We All Know It

There is a person
There is their persona
Seldom are they the same
Neither is really nirvana

Everyone wears a mask
Even if it's invisible
To be who one really is
May be quite divisible

To look in a mirror
Is just a reflection
Few see affection
Most see rejection

So where does it go
What is the endgame
Doesn't every remake
Always play out the same

Deep within one's self
There is little they can admit
It doesn't really matter because
We all know it

Nobody