Faces.

Different faces I see,

All looking back at me.

Their twists and grins

Bring me such chagrine

As my bones rattle within me.

One is happy and free of worry,

He smiles and shines in all his glory.

One is afraid and cracked at the seams.

He is full of empty sonatas and broken dreams. 

Another is full of deep sadness and pain,

Torrents of the past fall like bitter rain.

While still another is dreamy in far off spaces,

He dreams of wonderful adventures in far off places.

Which faces will I see looking back at me?

I don't know each time I look you see.

These faces under eyes of the oceany-blue sea

I fear they are mocking me.