Patience is a virtue

That’s what everybody says at least

But people aren’t so patient unless their own stance stands to increase

Sincerity is different

A concept we unite behind

Ironically its only seen within ourselves in our own mind

No one knows what you are thinking

No one knows what’s in your sheath

No one knows if this is heaven

Or it’s hell that lurks beneath

Only your reflection

Should be occupying thoughts at night

Not what others in the mirror

See or say or think that might

No one ever knows you

Like the way you know

Yourself, you see

Let no one tell you otherwise

As ‘writ in chapter twenty-three