Masks

Morning, rays of amber,
the sun has risen again
I search the wardrobe for an answer,
For the mask that I must wear today.

A happy occation calls for a happy face,
I look at it, its laughing,
Is it mocking me?
Or am I mocking myself?

Some one died,
make it the sad one today,
mother’s calling,
the funeral starts right away

And as I see the faces around me,
All grief streaken and pale,
I have to wonder if it’s just me,
Or is this all enormously fake.

Is my life a mimicry of this cattle?
Are their faces just covers as well?
Are their prayer just feigned and empty?
Are their passions a void in a shell?

Time passes,
Each morning a routine again,
Raise from bed,
And look for the mask that will suit your day.

Why do I put on this masks you wonder?
Take it off and look for yourself,
What you see now, what I try to cover,
Is a face that just doesn’t care.