When the lights go down, when the music stops,
when your soul lies naked free of foolish pretentions.
Free from that infernal internal noise that seems to eternally play in your head,
leaves you for dead then puts the needle back on the record in your head, beats beat you like a drum till you're red.
Backed into a corner, staring at the mirror,
openly exposed, unable to change face let alone save it.
Do you like what you see??
Singing in the key of life a cappella like,
no mask to masquerade your feelings external dealings which sometimes send you reeling.
Thats what I'm feeling. Stripped down.
copyright 2009
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