The Heart's Facade

Self perception is the veil
through which the courtyard walls do tell
of thin distrust our minds beguile,
the sense of self of rhyme and style.
A front pretend to heart descend
to never find it's valley,
by darting go from to and fro
back aisles and shade back alley.
Secret friend to us pretend
to know the tock that's ticking,
swiftly through this rendezvous
of self made walls conflicting.
Ashen piles for a million miles
too high for one's own viewing,
the veil does well to hide prevail
the thoughts of our undoing.