#2131-Objects
01/06/2023
As a young adult,
I occasionally smoked a pipe.
Craving attention,
Hoping to stand out,
Look sophisticated,
Without any doubts.
In reality I was hiding,
Behind objects and masks,
Unsure of showing,
The real person inside.
Now thinking back,
It may have been better,
To hold a lantern in my hand.
I did not need,
So much to be seen,
As to see were the path,
Was truly leading me.
