Wouldn’t it be grand
if everyday were a masquerade?
Hiding behind mask and hand...
Mystery to never fade.

Emotions to run free!
As they hide safely away.
One becomes whomever they wish to be...
As all are unseen through each night and day.

What confusion it would breed!
To never know who is who...
Certainty would quickly become a need.

Plague our world with doubt these masks would surely do.
Off they would eventually go...
As the thirst for truth is much too strong.
It is quite the curious thing however...
Honesty, without a mask, still goes wrong.
That’s the unfortunate reality.

Although a mask provides a comforting lure,
lies thrive in all that is thought to be undoubtably seen.