We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
-Paul Laurence Dunbar
Routine days roll in and reel out
Rising still with open eyes.
One step at a time
Moving slowly to the routine drum,
The beat obscures
The orchestral opus mutes
Of Mind, the player
And Heart, the song
Masked in discord they must
With feathered faith and carried hope a
Tireless tune will resound the ring,
A new dawn to greet
A fresh song to sing.