Sometimes when you see a face,
It is distorted and not anatomically right,
But it is still a face that you know,
Or a face you don’t really know anymore.
People say I am what I am,
But probably he is only speculating,
Or hoping or believing,
Just to please his own aching heart.
The world is not anatomically right,
It is distorted with vengeance on its face;
And freedom is distorted like a face in a painting…
- Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL August 2010