Undercover

Today i shall venture forth out into the world. Disguised. I'll attempt to move through the world of the clean shaven as if i am one of their own. Surely the observant will see through my ruse. They will know that this smooth exterior is a false visage, skin masquerading as something presentable, but deep down merely a canvas for something greater.

Something to come later.

Something even now working to be created. Shaped. Guided.

For now i well be one of them, but do not be fooled by this false visage. What is to come is the true me.

Will the world be ready when i return?