The Masks of Man

How conspicuous are the lives we lead? One mask removed begets yet another The other fitting a different voice, a different creed. And still, we choose this other Knowing in our hearts minds That it is that which we have no control over That we choose to relish in our hearts confines Yet this is what makes our hearts older, Wiser and strong enough to know the difference Between lifes many inconspicuous faces Whilst they engrave their deep footprints Within our souls leaving us to ponder our own flawed graces. And yet, we cannot live without these substitutes of face For if we did, the world would realize who we are without religion or race.