Loss of Wonder ~ Philip Brent

Beneath the Skin

Espresso confusing, pronounced expresso
Reflects our hurry through over-busy lives
Pillar to post, back again, we ferociously go
Worker bees, consumers return to our hives

Professed beliefs belie our daily intolerance
Which is usually much less than skin deep
Yet we all move to the same diurnal dance
Wake up in the morning at night, we sleep

Clones who, in no way, resemble each other
Except in the ways we act, react, how we feel
Dark, light, purple, other, my sister, brother
If we’d peak beneath the skin, to truth reveal