*”If you wanna find
Out what’s behind these cold eyes
You’ll just have to claw
Your way through this
Disguise”
Working the floor smiling hiding tears
People behind pushing trying to steer
Her young death hard keeping up the facade
Sadness now wanting madness’s rod
No more penance and self flagellation
Opening these gate’s reputation
Run away or you’ll make your own wreath
Looking up you’ll see you’re underneath
© 03/10 Michael Yost 2016
*In The Flesh
Roger Waters
Pink Floyd
The Wall
Michael's Lair 