White

The hollow shell
You call self
Exists on ITSELF
On pretense
On lines
How to be whole?????
How to love?
How to feel that feeling
That warmth
Molten hot
GOLD
Inside your soul
That
Warm glow
You wish...
Would fill your shell
Your empty metal cage
Cold inside
You hide
From yourself
From the truth
What it really means to be
What does it mean to be real
PINOCCHIO
Your nose keeps getting longer
Longer and Longer oh my
See what happens to your life?
When you weave lie after lie???
I know you are full of light
White
and water
Let's not forget that
God made us from  all parts of the earth
From the sunlight inside our souls
To our bodies
Back to the earth
Back to rot
Become trees
Become rock
Become earth itself over time
No reason to lie
No reason to hide
We all end up somewhere
In the end
One place
Probably the same
SO just let it go
My little white
Light
Let it all go
Let yourself go
Forget what you said
You are who you are
Real as can be
Yes
If you wanted to be
But for now
Your a shell
Hollow
Really
Not Well