Too oft i ponder my reason to know,
Unkempt and lost in conciousness.
These thoughts swirling in empty pools,
Seeking release beyond these dreams.

To dream is my enigma, truth into sureal.
My purpose, far surpassing a simple need.
Nearing the pit i see myself in the past.
Where i am to the previous form.

To my friends i have a smile,
Too true to be a mask.
Such a thing i hold onto reserve.
A cage for the animal, my demon.

In my eyes i see beyond the surface,
Your true heart exposed to me.
A false intent is unforgiving,
Though gullible i will remain.

But the truth behind your mask is no secret,
I know the maker, i know the painter,
The carver to the masks of all,
Be true first to yourself.....

And drop the mask.