In a world where faces disappear,
Masks become our silent shields,
Hiding whispers, drowning fear,
In the shadows of untold fields.

Eyes speak tales of distant dreams,
Behind the fabric, secrets lie,
In the dance of quiet streams,
Truth and fiction intertwine and fly.

Every mask a story holds,
Of laughter lost or tears concealed,
In its folds, the mystery molds,
A tapestry of souls revealed.

Yet beneath each crafted guise,
The heart beats with a gentle plea,
To shed the layers, embrace the skies,
And let the world our true selves see.