Don’t Hold Back

I wish that realness you wear on your sleeve

That some would just rub off on me

We could talk... we could live in the moment

Don’t hold back.....

Twenty-five don’t look back.....

Look thru a plate glass window

And see yourself in the living room

See where you stand from the outside

See yourself without knowing you’re being watched

Now what do you see.....

That’s who you really are.