The World Wears A Mask

The world wears a mask,
Its colours change and blend like the wind,
Its shapes change like the oceans.

But, what we see of the mask,
The colours that show us what we feel,
The shapes how willing we are to share.

The world wears a mask,
Its colours bright and dull,
Its shapes large and small.

What we see of that mask,
The brightness and the dullness,
Show us how to tell
The largeness and the smallness,
Show us how to ask.

The world wears a mask,
Its patterns slight and intricate,
Its forms soft and hard.

But, what we see of this mask,
The patterns delicate and bold
Shows us what to look for,
The forms hard and soft,
Shows us where to touch.

The world wears a mask,
A mask of emotions,
A mask of appearances.

But, what we wear behind these masks,
Is the Pain and Hurt,
The Lost Love,
That we hide from the world.

When the world wears a mask,
Why do we need to be true?