The Mask of Life

Life has given me this mask that I wear I hold her close to my face and I recognize myself in her When I’m sad and thoughts torment the mind I hide in her from people's gaze On the stage of life I wear come actor protecting me from whistles or applause when I come on stage in the spotlight At nightfall I put it on the bottom of the drawer I close it and then I mirror myself to observe my face, my wrinkles and see me old again I smile, I cry and then I smile again I take it out of the drawer and then I wear it ... still like then... It is not the mask of falsehood and hypocrisy but it is my true ego whatever it is Everyone has one And he holds it close to himself every day all its way come in an eternal circle On this huge stage keeps it guarded for this great show staged from life