So Many Faces
So many faces which ones are true
Each one becoming a part of you
Drawing proverbial lines in the sand
Yet each time I cross them I wonder just who I am?
The faces start to vary as you seem to slide down
When you're on your way down seems that no one's around
Voices of reason just vanish in the air
But it isn't because nobody cared.
The faces become solemn with the pain of the past
Wondering this time how long it will last
Faces become scary as you're starting to fall
Then become transparent, so you can see it all.
The faces we wear become what people believe
As one by one they're broken brought to their knees
When there are so many faces you lose who you are
Then the flame just goes out on that shooting star.
So many faces that they all melt together
Time just stands still it seems like forever
Life become a play the world is the stage
So many faces locked inside this cage.
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2011
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