The Masquerade

Mask is not flat
It is well-shaped
It can laugh
It smiles and cries

Mask is a layer
Further and further
Taking us from the core

Mask is one’s heart
Only one who feels the pulse
And a few who hear the beat

Mask is an illusion
To be white when it is black
To be black when it is white
To deceive

Mask has two holes
For us to see
At the mirror
We are all wearing it