Obstacles of my own design
Tripping over the bones I leave around
No use for closets
People always find what you hide
No noble purpose
Stand out to fit in
But the open book is a cover all it’s own
A facade to deter prying eyes
Inflated ego beyond it’s extent
The damage is done its shredded and torn
The call of nothing is strong
But nothing is never easy
To say the words is wrong
To think it seems unavoidable
The story on the page becomes my own
But the book is not mine
