Life tales
They took
A boy
And painted his
Skin
Each line
Of trouble
Each time
Of danger
Each and every
Lesson
And they thought
He was willing
And maybe
He was
Or maybe
He'd been
Pre-programmed
To wear
His life
On his skin
With his heart
Full of secrets
And his mind
Full
Of wonder
And surely
All those things
Are too much
For one boy
To hold
Without a release
Without
An expectation
That what he
Saw
And what he knew
Would show up
Somewhere
Maybe
They didn't paint
Him at all
Maybe
As he grew
His skin
Simply revealed
The pictures
Of living
That lay
Underneath
All
Of
Us
