Masquerade

Do we exist because we think
Or because we feel?
Are the things we see
Imaginary or real?

Are we ourselves, or do we ever
Wear our masks outside?
Do we reveal the truth
Or admit that truth has died?

Never act too happy,
Never act too sad;
Only in between is to be seen,
Not sane, not mad.

Why let them tell us
When to laugh and when to cry?
Do you think they really care
They live a lie?

It's a lovely little thing,
This Masquerade.
Life's the stage between sleep and awake
That slowly begins to fade.

© 1994, Jennifer D. Lac Kamp