Show them your face

Show them your face. Not for fame, or a well-crafted rhyme. Let it be beaten like an egg, Smashed to splinters on the reefs. I've shown so much that's personal: Collected like Kinder toys in a jar. This place is one big cinema hall. Looking into you, I realised: inside out. No other way. Only like this. A folder of observations written down. A hail of opinions, constant contact, The endless fight of meanings with feelings. Show yourself, it's just a layer. What's behind it has long been clear. Not faceless. Ordinary. Earthly. Be kind, make people feel good.