The mask of what we are
Have covered our sins
We wear it from day to night
To look past existence

Sometimes the mask carries
All the ***** secrets we have
Sometimes it holds onto
The beauty and dreams that have passed

Some of us
Realized they have a mask
And others
Wearing them without a touch

The self struggles deeply
At the depth of its own identity
But to what degree of self-acting
Will we learn the truth of our own playing

The mask that holds us
Switching from the void to the map
of the journey towards our own destiny
and the experiences we had

In us
We know
We are