Truth
truth is an entrance,
lies are an exit,
Secrets are a mask,
meant to stay,

The rest is simple,
people are people,
be they masked, joined, or left,

all is shown what needs to,
all are here who want to be,
all are gone who do not,
These are the truths I think,
I either choose to be masked but joined,
Please don't make me leave.


(tell me what you think, this is just off of the top of my head.)

The centerfold,
or so I'm told,
beats with my moves,

the rest of us,
cause no fuss,
for these are only truths,

I am the poet,
the artist,
and the the man in the back,

I will watch and glance,
sing and dance,
till I'm dead,

until the man,
who plan is a sham,
will always find romance.