If Was the Mona Lisa Smile

If I was The Mons Lisa Having every day to awaken Unto a seemingly endless chorus line of critic's Displayed as a center piece of art adorned on a museum wall Listening to each and everyone of them Wish in some small part to sum the essence of her being up By simply believing what is perceived at first to be a Smile May just as easily in fact not be A Smile after all We only see what we want to see The rest our minds block out