I wander;
As most do,
Roaming the many crossroads.
Figures beyond my comprehension;
They wander like me,
Fading and shifting in reality.
Each with a distinct mark.
Searching.
For a fate or destiny,
A reason to be.
So that there is meaning.
But what meaning can be found,
To one who’s form is noting but a shadow.

How sad,
That we are bound by such shackles.
That we feel the need,
To hide the form of truth.
To concentrate the raw energy of life.
To funnel the soul.
Love, hope,
Fear and hate,
Hidden behind a porcelain veil.
Each with its own mark.
Ever-changing.

Some are forms of pain,
Others are of contempt.
There is too little to enjoy.
So little feel ,
While soul is kept tame.
Behind a barrier created to protect,
But will ultimately destroy.

These expressions twist and warp,
Each repelled by the sight of one another.
In ignorance.
For you see,
We all see the shadows that are worn by others.
The faces of fear.
Of love.
Of all we desire.
Never knowing,
Where true light hides.

It is hard to see clearly,
Our vision obscured.
Restrained by our own will,
And the Masks we own.