Masks we wear
Buried dreams and stifled screams,
Freely falling treacherous streams,
Come the morn commence the act,
Skirting the edge with pleasing tact,
Mirthless smiles like playing it cool-
Those that care, they all be fooled,
Shadowed walks through the cruel-
Those that don’t, they all be fooled,
Stoke the embers donning sheepskin
They stare agape at your wolf’s grin-
When once buried gladly unearthed,
In time to make them pay their worth.












