Masks..
Masks....
This world so big... so wild...
opportunities but hurdles hundreds every mile.
People good, bad, cruel and kind...
How many have their true sides?!?
The stages of life the stages of ones hide..
crying baby innocent as a lamb.
The clock's tickin' the bloke is now young!
Alas! The lamb's gone, the bloke has many sides.
You never know
when things blow.
whom to trust
whom to leave and let their memories rust.
So, just be Alert!
on the waves you row
Because, even a white rose,
has a Black shadow...
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