The actor tries on many masks.
He's got his share of faces.
He puts them on for different tasks
At many different places.
He's a hero and a monster both,
A jester and a scholar.
He's a sinner lacking moral growth
And a saint who dares stand taller.
He finds and loses himself in
Great tales of fantasy--
Quests that noble warriors win
For all the world to see.
As he walks through home or school or church,
Each part's played with perfect preening.
He lives each character in search
Of an Author to give them meaning.
He puts on comedies for his fans
While tragedies play behind the scenes.
They laugh and cheer and clap their hands
For the Greek word that his title means.
The actor smiles to the world,
But frowns into the mirror,
For then he sees himself unfurled,
And all his faults much clearer.
So what the actor shows is filtered;
You only see what he wants you to,
Because he always gets bewildered
As to which of his faces may be the true.