In this age of liars and cheats,
I wear masks to hide who I am.
So many masks I don't know who I am anymore.
In this epoch of no absolutes,
In this era of nothing being as it seems,
No one knows who I am.
No one, not even I, know who I am anymore.
In this moment of time that we live in,
In this eon of time and space,
Can I find once again what I'm living for?
Can I once again find my real face?
I think I know who I once was,
Or maybe I just imagine I know.
Once this face was worn openly,
Once a very long time ago.
Now I strive to go back,
To find who I once was.
Hoping to show the world,
Who I can become again.
Jonathan Stephen Bruce