This is the thread
Simple and ongoing
Thin as hair's breadth
But forever growing

Once it is cut
You're sentenced to prison
Heaven, some call it
To others, it isn't

To some, indeed
It's blank as white
To another, however
It's a rainbow bright

Some say it's a window
Looking down from above
Seeing through skin,
Masks, and all love

Whether, to you,
The walls are color or gray
You look back on your past
With each passing day

You see your trials
All the contradictory
You see your mistakes
And every quiet victory

And in recollections
You remember your past
Your left and right turns
Every move last

Your choice of hands show
Inner reds and blues
The hot and the cold
Your olds and news

While looking upon
Your fondest memories
You reveal yourself
Quite involuntarily

Your mask is stripped
Your filling exposed
You see yourself
No longer closed

Then your eyes fall upon
The mirror, at which you stare
The place at which your mask had been
Is completely, utterly bare