The Masquerade

                                       The Masquerade

Life is a masquerade   

The jesters entertain

The suitors will play,

While the old men debate

The women with their wine they gossip and play,

The party is nothing more than an instrument of order.

Just then a black swan steps in

She is outspoken and extravagant.

All eyes she captivates.

Life is a masquerade.

I dance with the unknown, hiding from the eyes I behold 

In the name of the conquest

Life is a masquerade…

When the party has gone, do the masks come off?

 or perhaps it is the mask that wears us…

In Conclusion:

I challenge you  to open a new realm within yourself.

  What secrets hide behind your mask?