poetry: Reveal

Cast away the veneer,
search below the surface.
Peel the old paint away,
scrape off the tarnish.

Layers of dust collect,
over the years of toil,
while the soul is neglected,
the springs begin to uncoil.

Like an ancient clock,
that has seen many hours
pass by without thought
upon this nature of ours.

For the truth is hidden,
within our conscience,
concealed by oblivion,
held in limbo by darkness.

Unlock your mind
with the Word of Life
in time you will find
the answer inside.