A man of many masks.
Each day a different face.
One to replace the ones of yesterday,
What lies underneath these masks?
The face of change.
Always seeing and breathing,
But eyeless and blank.
The true soul is in the veins.
Carrying thought from heart to brains.
It doesn't matter what mask I wear today,
Underneath is still the face of change.
I'm consistently never the same,
And I think I've come to like it this way.
As long as you know love is in my veins.
