Don’t call me a hypocrite, it’s not a mask,
it’s just the sixth side of the dice,
you deliberately failed to read.
We walked in the shadow, talked in the light,
weaving our dreams by the sea on the sand,
Rush not, past that greeting along the way,
Stop and take it, it’s a busy day.
Ignore not, that gratitude one has to share,
You deserve it, show them you care.
Race not, and miss that glorious sunset,