Facade

Its like walking outside and feeling the heat

You assume its the sun’s rays beating upon your bare skin

But where is the light

You know it should be there, because those around you act as though they see it

So why can’t you

Is it the sun that doesn’t wish to show you its presence, 

Or is it that you’re afraid to let it in

Do you fear what might be seen if it illuminates your thoughts

Are you worried about who truly lives within the dark corners of your mind, and what they might have planned

Perhaps you have learned by now how to pass life unnoticed. 

Sometimes masks cover more than just the face

When you speak to others, are they your words, or those of an actor who’s recited the lines enough times to improvise upon them

When you embrace a loved one, is it your heart that beats beside theirs, or is it simply a drum following a learned rhythm, never falling off beat, but secretly hoping that the performance has an approaching finale.

When you look within the eyes of another, do you see yourself

Or do you only feel a longing to be behind them

To know what they know

Will you ever get that chance

Or will the drums finally cease,

Will the actor take his bow,

And will the sun stay but a dark lover

Teasing your senses with its warm breath as your eyes close

Never tasting the sweet romance of its kiss as they shut on one darkness and enter another