Shall I tell you my true feelings,
or the lies that make you happy?
We talk in circles around the fringes of our lives.
Keeping it light, keeping it breezy,
never saying what we really mean,
never knowing what we really feel.
Will you show me your true feeling?
Do I really want to know?
Skating on the hard shiny surfaces of life is safer,
easier than trudging through the deep dark forest,
where the true feelings dwell.
Deep below the surface.
Can we even find them anymore?
Are they still alive?