Everyone has a backstory, hidden,
veiled as a shadow behind a facade,
everyone becomes a living building,
resplendent with sumptuous rooms of grandeur,
you may see dilapidated buildings,
on the streets, down an empty alleyway,
nothing visible, shadows create fog,
everyone lost inside their own building,
how do people get lost inside a room,
a body is a structural building,
shuffling on the pavement, or down a hall,
a mind loses itself through past events,
blinded by the shadows, ghosts of the past,
ancient as antiquity is karma,
close-minded people cannot see clearly,
karma taps them on the shoulder, to feel
shame, regret, remorse over past events,
that everyone makes mistakes is a fact,
only some mistakes remain eternal,
remain hidden behind the edifice,
you never know anyone's backstory,
how we pretend to know ourselves, others
in our circle of friends, or co-workers,
despite intuition, we know no one,
depending how clearly we see our minds,
everyone enters the mind past the veil,
nothing remains hidden past the shadows.