Calm, our original facade
Painted over lifetimes
Turns into the face of now
Waves of sentiment
Add the mystique of color
We carry emotional pigments
That adds more range
To the excitable mind
Rare drops of calm
Are swallowed in its fury
Smoldering underneath
Is a habitual smile
Brittle as a dry leaf
While the truth is a wall
Melting when there’s calm
In a moment it may turn
And a lifetime is lost
When there is no calm

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