‘Masquerade’
Masquerade, oh masquerade
What’s in disguise
You can’t despise
In this huge masquerade
Masquerade, masquerade
Life is a theater with my big act
All actors in masks, what’s play and what’s fact?
Masquerade within a masquerade
Masquerade, it’s all a masquerade
What I see is all deception
Still I’m naive in my reception
Of this masquerade
Masquerade, hopeless masquerade
I’ve lost my mask
What’s now my task?
No face, no mask, no masquerade
Masquerade, my masquerade
I’m not perfect in my form
No matter how I try to perform
My role in the masquerade
Masquerade, it goes on, the masquerade
Nobody would dare show their real face
I guess one day I’ll find a way to leave this place
This set-up, this masquerade
Posted on January 10, 2013, in Poems and tagged art, creative writing, life, Mask, Masquerade, play, poem, Poems, poetry, theater, world. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
quite a powerful write.
illusions mislead, but it offers fun if no harm is done.
amazing imagery,