You know
At this point I'm compelled
to join
in this dance, this masquerade. I
have an
assortment of hats, green, black, blue ,
stripped, ribbon,
turquoise, I can hide behind. No ones seen
the face
that holds it all. They've only seen the color of my mask
on that
day when the world was at turmoil, no
mask to
wear. Emerge the healer the soother
for mines
run out please. Have it anyway you like and enjoy but
be weary
of the no soliciting sign at my door. We don't need
the world
to end because the appropriate mask wasn't marked
With flowers.
See beyond the masks and see that they're all me past present and future.
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 12:30 PM UTC
You know
At this point I'm compelled
to join
in this dance, this masquerade. I
have an
assortment of hats, green, black, blue ,
stripped, ribbon,
turquoise, I can hide behind. No ones seen
the face
that holds it all. They've only seen the color of my mask
on that
day when the world was at turmoil, no
mask to
wear. Emerge the healer the soother
for mines
run out please. Have it anyway you like and enjoy but
be weary
of the no soliciting sign at my door. We don't need
the world
to end because the appropriate mask wasn't marked
With flowers.
See beyond the masks and see that they're all me past present and future.
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