In light of truth
There are no secrets left, my friend.
Only honest men
and makers of masks.
The telling of truths reveals nothing new
except which of these you are.
Only honest men
and makers of masks.
The telling of truths reveals nothing new
except which of these you are.
posted by TwistedNoggin at 11:52 AM
3 Comments:
excellent poem!
excellent poem!
The telling of truths reveals nothing new
except which of these you are.
...and I still wonder if my truth *is* my mask. Can a person be honest with others? Only when you can be honest with yourself, and that is often the most difficult person to face.
Very thought provoking TN :-)
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