Day by day I fritter away Observing decorum as best I may Meet me as you meet — reserved somebody Leave me as you leave — dull nobody
Dreary, weary, listless, spiritless A resting spirit clamours to emerge Unguided, wild, free and seeking Boldly defying reserved somebody
But how, just how do I unleash this defiant spirit For it is to cross all conceivable limits Oh but a mask, of course a mask! The perfect accessory for this task!
Careless of propriety Boastful of daring Acting against my will Or in tandem with it?
This mask — just now I can't discern Ponder I do with great concern Does it shield my identity Or render truth to it?
So now just what fun in masks One may ponderously ask
Masks, bring to life fantasy Fantasy, a realm of our reality Reality, wherein lies multiplicity Multiplicity, within each individuality
This poem takes a different view on a mask. Does it shield who we are? Or does it allow us to be who we truly are?
Isn't it ironic fantasy too is part of human reality? A realm revealing psychological truths.
Masks addresses the various facets of a personality. Our fragmented identities. Multiplicity in individualities.
Halloween is round the corner. If you had the chance, who would be the Hyde to your Jekyll?