poet am i in Words that Rhyme

innocent poet in the mirror
look below and see me here
didn’t know this purest face
will redefine with mask in place

as I aged I left my rhymes
changed my hair, my face the times
let it go for others needs
sowed the wild, oaken seeds

wild times were up ahead
echoed goth throughout my head
went to white, black, brown and red
cursed the life chose dreads and dead

pandered on in world’s of strife
spotlight on dark slice of life
felt their eyes and played the game
found the end was just the same

found the masks a lonely one
had see what I’ve become
came to see the hidden face
was always mine that I erased

Last updated February 26, 2015