Thursday, December 12, 2013
Usually I'll leave it up to others
How it is they set the mood
The way we inner act
To what face it is I choose
I have a face I use for concern
One I have that looks deep in thought
I'm still working on the one that looks like love
But I'm not sure I'll use it a lot
I've got one that's fairly happy
It's taken years to carve it out
Five different ones in stages of sadness
Two that are riddled with doubt
I hold onto one that no longer fits me
I haven't worn in quite some time
It's the face that I was born with
The innocence of a child
One I've carved over and over
Cause I wear it out all the time
It's the one with the look of disbelief
When it gazes on the state of mankind
I have a face with which I greet strangers
One I use with friends
Also a face that says I'm sorry
If I need to make amends
But there is one I don't carry with me
The face I leave at home
For when I lock my door at night
It's the face I call alone…
—Stranger on bus 52