Dear one, traversing so many roads
In this world there are so many things to desire,
so many games to play
There are many masks, and it is a wonder one can see at all,
through the mazes of mirror and projection.
To sell your breath for luxury or
hide your voice for perfection,
will you do this to enter the door of acceptance?
Dear one know, there is a way
though many doors look the same,
and there is no way to know where they lead
the heart will always open the right doors for you