Focus: This Picture (II)

Where you choose to stand
Or why you’ve chosen to sit
Is your own cross to bear,
So while you wear a body mask
Of beautiful garments but
Inside your head are demons
Or angels, whichever it is,
Sand wouldn’t turn to salt,
The world will be fine,
In every other person’s mind
Lies a place you don’t want to go,
So you either be a dropout
Of the institution of fear
To embrace the gift of air
Or hang in there for longer
And get your knickers in a twist,
Misery is a kind of shelter too,
It is your choice where you call home

Wildkhard [TA]