The splendor of existence
pains the wearer as we
grow but cannot shed
the cloak we hath been swathed in  

We wish to change
calamity to kindness
poverty to prosperity
a broken mask for simple powder

Picked for us
is the robe we bear
from birth till  death
we must remain how we are

Lest we can find
the switch in life
that provides one with the opportunity
to be all we dream of being

We wear what fits the changing
tides that remain the same
the metaphors of life
forever remains inside us