Life tales

They took

A boy
And painted his
Skin
Each line 
Of trouble
Each time 
Of danger
Each and every
Lesson
And they thought
He was willing
And maybe 
He was 
Or maybe 
He'd been
Pre-programmed
To wear 
His life 
On his skin
With his heart
Full of secrets
And his mind 
Full
Of wonder
And surely
All those things
Are too much 
For one boy
To hold
Without a release
Without
An expectation
That what he 
Saw
And what he knew
Would show up
Somewhere
Maybe 
They didn't paint 
Him at all
Maybe 
As he grew
His skin
Simply revealed
The pictures
Of living
That lay 
Underneath
All
Of 
Us

◄ The Fall

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