If you dare to shed your skin,
You may find what lies within;
Gazing through your own disguise,
Transparent to the inner eyes.
Drawn from your protective sheath,
You'll see in you what's underneath;
You're useless, though, while still inside,
Knowing not from what you hide.
If you crawl out from your shell,
You'll be distinct from where you dwell;
Naked for yourself to see,
You'll find your sense of honesty.
If it's the truth you wish to know,
Then to yourself, yourself must show;
You cannot hope to understand
With your eye covered by your hand.
You may find what lies within;
Gazing through your own disguise,
Transparent to the inner eyes.
Drawn from your protective sheath,
You'll see in you what's underneath;
You're useless, though, while still inside,
Knowing not from what you hide.
If you crawl out from your shell,
You'll be distinct from where you dwell;
Naked for yourself to see,
You'll find your sense of honesty.
If it's the truth you wish to know,
Then to yourself, yourself must show;
You cannot hope to understand
With your eye covered by your hand.

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