Husk
~
Sometimes I peel off fantasies
one by one, rip them slow,
left naked under cold flesh
where shades of truth will show-
Often trapped in reality streams
flowing, flowing in never ending days-
Oh what life becomes!
But to heal, to refresh,
sometimes I must
wake the lasting haze
of dreams-
–
H.O
βIn all of us, even in good men, there is a lawless wild-beast nature, which peers out in sleep.β
β Socrates