questions unmarked for the lies are entertaining thespians
life is but only one, a grain from truth to build a stage for them to dance upon.
For an open minded confession leads to a strangers mental congestion
death is the eventual home but today's to early to change, to die,
within someone else's comfort zone.
As for my own regression, it holds possession of my future progression
to journey a painful lesson that perfection is just self-expression without direction
for flaws measure procession mirrored within succession
empty without a reflection in which, enriched, to gain the integral perception.