Road Rage

Beneath the masks worn on life’s highway
the one’s others give you to wear
are the minds with their own uniqueness
whose worth isn’t always seen,
inside burns the desire
to let the true skull of self become visible.

And on that race towards each destination
every craved dream we think can be reached,
what we wear inside as truth
will eventually be visible
by what we say and do.

Being naked of what is hidden
shall always happen during any chase,
for those winds through which we pass
eventually strip away our disguises
until what is underneath,
be it gold or decay
is polluted by obsessions
or pure silver in quality
becomes the head exposed
so it remains noticed
no matter what we seek
in order to cover it up again.