June 9, 2009

put the horse before the cart

We paint our faces, the silent masquerade
We hide beneath the glitter
Guess who I am.
The world is only as big as my eyes
The eyes that deceive me again and again.

So you assume I have nothing to say
Though quiet I remain
Would you stop talking long enough
would you stop placing the blame?

So whirling, twirling, the masquerade dancers
blossom like flowers, shy but magnificent.

Each one is unique, each one is beautiful
Each one different from another.


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