Facade
Stare, glare
Take a chance
and glance.
I dare.
Your creations should be bare.
Is it hazy or clear?
The mirror is dirty
Clean it!
Space is now lit,
Relax and sit.
Ponder, wonder, analyze.
Stop creating your own demise.
The why’s keep rolling.
Her face is really glowing.
She weaves accordingly
On she continues sewing.
A life that’s meant.
It’s her only intent.