When drifting from your righteousness
I seek within me,
The very sense of what is to be upheld
and what to leave behind.
Moronic and insane believes,
I shrug off all.
Layer by layer, peel-off what is dead.
I start to admire what is beneath
wrapped, which no one relates to,
it was left behind in the process of growing up.
Simple and straight, no veil
real and true faces, faces forgotten,
even the mirror fails to recall,
I constantly keep drifting from your righteousness
To stay connected with these true faces.