A storm constructed from the winds of the immortals.
Shattering from the sky like glitter, entering the skin of mother earth.
A primordial awakening seeps through the roots,
sprouting a creature, robed in a silhouette with
dogmatic virtues. Unsure of the purpose of oneself,
Fed by spoon
the knowledge of the divine.
Formulated,
worshiped, conceived throughout the history of time.
A chalice filled with vital fluid, a symbolic birth of lies fills the eyes.
Partake in the masquerade,
drink it, allow it to enter your veins.
Open the flood gates, let the torrential downpour of tears
spark the heartbeat that lies beneath. Create the imagination, activate the genius.
Manipulate the disguise, a false design shattered, only by the intellectual mind.
The untamed creation of the human reign, let us rise.

We all live our lives
Hidden behind the masks we switch out based on who we're around:
Fake smiles for friends and family;
Painful, quiet thoughtfulness for coworkers, employers, and educators;
Horrible secrets we keep from everyone we meet;
From everyone we love

And sometimes, these masks are gorgeous,
Like those you'd see at a masquerade.
Masks that mimic what's really there,
Yet hide it from sight as well.
And everyone who wears these masks
Will look and a mirror and think to themselves:
"Who am I? Why don't I recognize this person reflected back at me?"
It's the mask.

We wear the mask.
We hide behind it.
But when did the mask become us?
When did it become everything we are?
When did these masks start taking control?
Will we let this continue?

When does it stop?