The faces stare blankly ahead,
No thoughts of where their feet tread.
I walk among them, lost and forsaken.
We faces have nothing; our souls have been taken
By the lives of other masked faces,
By the lies that breach even the most secure places.
Slowly our lives ebb away...
We cannot move nor can we stay.
So silently we wander through the streets,
Ignoring everything we see and everyone we meet,
Only concerned about the face in the mirror;
An image reflected as blankly as a white sheet of paper.