You watch me as we talk
and wonder
if you really know me.
But all you see
is the mask
I use to hide reality.
What would you see
if you could look
within the enigma of my gaze?
And see the secret world
that dwells behind the mask.
There the world is dark and silent.
Despair falls as dust,
drifting, dry as a wind
lost among
the endless deserts of my soul.
And I sit on the barren rock,
a quiet lonely figure
waiting for a dawn
that never comes.
But my mask looks at you
and smiles,
and tells you how much better
it feels today.