There were many lanterns of shadows,
Lights upon the darkness,
Claiming nothing more than me.
In my search for the authentic,
I met many strangers and hearts,
Many ashamed and lots with pains,
Hidden behind walls and masks.
During my quest for authenticness,
There were so many broken integral souls,
Wishing they were what they say they were,
But cowering in their holes,
And on my journey for authenticity abound,
I searched in villages, chat rooms, and towns,
Made friends with the high and the low,
The willfully ignorant and those in the know,
Then on this search for what is real,
When all else was an illusion of what I am,
Fixed and worked to appeal and hide,
I discovered myself and became a man.