You may come to the masquerade,
but know you will leave utterly exposed.
We come into this world bare faced and bold.
And somehow through training or observation we come to see the necessity of masks.
Lies that don't just cover our faces
but our bodies, even our very souls.
Because to be vulnerable is, to us, death.
The time in between birth and death
are full of masks.
One long masquerade where
we continue to be things we are not.
Until one day Death rips it from us
and once again we are laid bare, our boldness gone.
To be swallowed whole by a unmasked eternity.
SK(art)
