Being of layers filled with ephemeral
Slate of conscience corrupted eternal
Mirror of self messy and unclear
Shadow of mine looks a stranger
Animal of whims and fancies with no mask
Acts on merit with none to answer
Worries on present with no baggage of past
Hope of only one day not too ahead
Get away the masks and mess
Revive true conscience clear as full moon
Shackles of imaginary to be conquered
True inner innocence weeping to come out
Awaken the inner animal amidst layers
For the creative being fed up with barricades
Self of lotus in mayhem of mud
Let the Ubermensch get up for once