Come on in! Step inside!
Don't forget: try to hide!
Cover your weary face
With soft ribbons and lace.
You'll win at any task
If you just wear this mask.
Don't ever let them know.
Don't let emotions show.
We'll teach you a smooth dance,
So you'll live in a trance.
Your face will never fall
Within this sacred hall!
Life will be a parade!
Come to the masquerade!

I often want to tell you,
But, you see, I'm too afraid.
So I go and live my life
The host of a masquerade.
One day, I'll lie in my grave
Buried by the earth and *****.
Regret things I never said
And all the mistakes I made.

*Words left unspoken
Will bury you alive.

There's always a place
Where the sand meets the sea,
Yet Earth's changing face
Seems so stable to me.

Nature is a maze
Mountains, deserts, and plains,
Yet we, in our craze,
Seem to enjoy its chains.

Dependence, we own
We kiss the dry soil,
Yet seeds we have sown
Seem so worth the toil.

Pains we do endure
Natural disaster,
Yet this ground's allure
Results in hereafter.

All my nights are hide and seek
Searching here and there for sleep
Just around the corner, I peek
Falling down a ***** so deep
I can barely even speak
So I lay here, counting sheep

Usually I hide away
Deep within my shell
I'm safe

Usually I just obey
Ignorance, I sell
I'm sound

Usually I do not say
And I dare not tell
I'm silent

Somehow, unlike anyone else
*You make me comfortable
When I'm vulnerable

I am dehydrated grass
singed at the tips
by the scorching sun.
I am the horizon where that sun rests,
the soft transition
of an early evening with a vast
Vermont-like sky.
I am an aged Polaroid photograph,
trapped in a dusty attic,
humble and wise.
I am sour milk, causing
alerted taste buds
and twisted tongues.
But I am also a honeysuckle.
The comfort
hidden in the dark
of the mysterious greenery.
A sip of nature's luscious candy.