Masquerade

Masquerade
By: Adam M. Snow

Hiding our faces, we choose who we are;
living the lies, stricken so far.
We know not of what is to come-
a lowly burn from a shallow numb.
We dance around this world so dark,
living now these lives embark.
We hide our face with the mask we wear,
afraid of life and unaware
of the melody life can bring
and the joy of newborn spring.
Why must we hide from ourselves;
driven into grave delves?
But what do we hide from,
that or less to come;
misery or love or life alone?
As common as it is unknown.
Why must we hide?
If not we feel it inside
from truth of thousand lies;
we hide our soul our eyes.