The Fear of Hidden Thoughts
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All the glamour
All the clamor
It’s all so fake!
It’s all a waste!

All the sorrow
All that follows
Maybe you should see
What’s important to me

I can’t forfeit
In this surfeit
When bonding in arms
Nothing seems to harm

Don’t complain
Don’t you dare detain
The things that you retain
The things that make you strain

The skull hides our brain
The dark makes us refrain
Only a few small clues
And that's breaking the rules

Will it keep us guessing?
Will we learn our lesson?
Are we all so perfect?
Is this what we expect?

In the occasion
Of our abrasion
Is that good or bad?
Are we positive or are we sad?

I don’t want to face
What could make us break
What could make me hate
What could destroy our fate

Cause I don’t want to feel
What could make me reel
I don’t want to deal
With things that we conceal

Coward, I can’t exist
Coward, I shouldn’t resist
I shouldn’t hide under the covers
I’d hate to think that we’re just lovers

Coward, face the oppression carefully
Coward, take the depression patiently
Don’t you dare indulge in the resistance
Face the inner demons in every instance

All the anti-depressants
All the killer suppressants
It’s all so fake!
It’s all a waste!

© 2001 Johan Palacio