The Mask.

Do they ever wear Masks?

What else can they do, 

for living in colonial homes with rigged minds

makes one hide their identity behind a mask.

In the early dawn accompanied with the songbirds,

they wake up and get their masks ready.

In the early afternoon,

they smile and camouflage behind their masks.

As the dusk unveils its red skies,

they tarry their lives behind their masks. 

May be,

a single deep into the infinite ocean of God and Self will unveil their masks.

Perhaps,

an embrace from an honest loving woman would lift off their veils.