This poem is a tip of the hat to all of the hats we wear. Will the real you stand up…
Wear Are You?
He war
Sow many masks
Armor and shields
As no thyself
Wolves in sheep’s clothing
Sheep in wolves’ clothing
Clothes mine
Clothes art
Wear are you?
Never the less
Bared deep within
Not able to live without
Naked truth
A child
Awe ready is
One with
There dreams
