Who is it you are beneath your mask ? What task could ever crack its curse ? Your persona; Faceted as a chiseled diamond, Distorting any glaring light That could expose the essence below; I long to scratch it’s stony surface, I long to see it’s final end, To put its tired smile to rest. I wonder, if I tore off your mask Would it be one of many layers ? Layers, that work together, Like soldiers in an army, Prepared to be replaced ? Let me catch a glimpse of You, And see at last what is true. On the meadow, let us lie And let us dance until we die. Show me every shade of blue, That makes your sky so beautiful.