Patience is a virtue
That’s what everybody says at least
But people aren’t so patient unless their stance stands to increase
Sincerity is different
A concept we unite behind
Ironically its only seen within ourselves by our own mind
No one knows what you are thinking
No one knows what sword you sheath
No one knows if it 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 is right
No one ever knows you as
The way you know yourself, you see
Let no one tell you otherwise
As ‘writ in chapter twenty-three
How the World Should Work 