End

Hiding behind the walls,
A face that shows no glee,
Look close and you will see,
A hidden little smile
In each glance, a mystery.
A heart with an invisible beat,
So many secrets I need to keep
Hoarding in the vessels that swim through me.
The intensity of this confusion
is nothing more than never seen
a mumble and jumble of words
and they all belong to me.
A race to the finish
A race to the end.
A race to diminish
These conforming Trends.
On a mission to Complete,
On a mission to succeed,
A mission to serve, to help, to please.
In this body of hidden things never seen.
It wont be long till it doesn't mean a thing.

{Written Years Ago}