Costumes like armor
Protecting the self
Keeping it hidden
It rests on a shelf
To be taken back out
When the moment arrives
The convention ends and
We get on with our lives
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Costumes like armor
Protecting the self
Keeping it hidden
It rests on a shelf
To be taken back out
When the moment arrives
The convention ends and
We get on with our lives