I see a face
Presented to me
By an unknown
The mask is mine.
In a dream I chose the colors
I don’t remember the decisions
I don’t remember the time of change
And I find I’m still wearing the
And I don’t know where to find
A Cloth to wipe away the look.
So I bear my mask…
A badge of false bravado
The hand that painted with loving
Knew not that the camuflage would
Fade in time.
It knew not what else to do to live.
We see a face…
And have become to expressionless
We let the colors harden in place
And live behind the masks of time.
Forgetting that eash presentation
Can be given it’s own life or simply wiped