Living in a skin,
don't know what you're really in.
Is it frowning too much
seeming a little out of touch?
Does it refuse too smile,
enjoy life for awhile?
A good skin postively relates,
instead of negatively dictates.

Is it going,
and
you're coming?
Look around it's walking off,
later on you find it in the barn loft.
You try to hook up,
but the skin still retreats abrupt.
Finally after catching it,
you're still lost in it.

Walking around in a stupor,
on your life continues to suffer.
Continuing to hate,
instead of loving relate.
Try to discuss it with your skin,
it runs away again.

You look in the mirror,
no image appears from the interior.
A strong soul and heart,
knows you're broken apart.
While you're in a daze pondering,
they catch your skin wandering.
United back as a one,
you know your real job
has just begun.

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