Wise eyes mean nothing
If in a moment your immaturity shines through.
You talk a great talk and walk a great walk
But bring you something serious
And there lies the panic, painfully plain,
All the polish in the world can’t hide the inner kid.
But still you try,
You polish your face, Till it shines,
You polish your brain, Till it smarts.
You polish your feelings, Till they numb.
But they don’t numb,
They brood under the surface
Waiting for that first crack
In the polish surface
Through which to seep.
And you know what?
Fucking let it,
Let your face be myriad of emotions
Your brain a jumble of nerves
You feelings an emotional conduit
Polish is overrated
And the wise eyes
Are wise cause they see
Behind every polished facade
Is a shit storm you can’t wait to meet.