The sun sets on another day…

Storms are rolling in now, and the sunset will be consumed to those of us below. Still, it is there, waiting, above us.

It is another day for a poem:

I like to think we all are true
I like to think we’re good
I see the world through eyes like you
but I see nothing as I should

I see the faces each walk by
I see the face beneath them
I know that people question why
but they also hold dear their kin

I see inside the face of each
and every one that I know
and in the moments I try to seek
a way that we can grow

It took a while for me to learn
that some will never see beyond
and with each passing day I yearn
for the deceit to finally be gone

I like to think that we all are true
I know the world is different
for our world is like a zoo
and our time is nearly spent

So hear me now and listen well
Your point you made is yours
but you will never see beyond this world
Unless you see theirs and ours

Set aside your face and be true to you
Without worry of cry or shame
leave your face aside and the now
it will never be the same

So as the sun sets on another day, I have written a few things that people saw far more when they read it. I wonder what will be seen here. Most wear masks, and I avoid it. I am what I am, and if you walk with me you might see a different world, or you might not. I hope you find happiness each day with all the world going on around us. Be you, because you are worth being. Make the best of your day every day, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love deeply, and shed your face…