Many faces I see every day as I pass
Unaware of how much each one hides
Whether it is pain or malice, hatred or joy
There is a core to each one of us
Filled to the brim with years of experience
Sometimes bitter but never empty
And it percolates through veins
Of our various relationships
Making them what we want them to be
Abused or ever domineering or happy
The core it burns incessantly
Making us what to others we seem to be
And making our convictions a reality
Feed the core with what you care
And be what you want to be
For it is within you really of how and why
The percolated nectar or poison
Will colour you accordingly