WE talk of work, we speak numbers,
Hiding our personality behind white shorts
And grey skirts.
The day passes and I don’t recognize myself.
I listed my past curiosity
and what my hands can do with passion
To return myself at the end of the day.
Honesty coffee
And the crowd pretended not to know
The real reason behind the happenings.
Silent faces and thin smiles
Surround those who play dirty
And those who portray a reality
in sharp colours
Removing the tones that give joy
and meaning.
The expected reaction is easy to give
yet painful to live
as a sweetener in the coffee
It fools you for only a little while
While it makes you thrive for honesty.
