A mask for the world to watch
Another for a few to glimpse
A third kept secreted away.
Our inner worlds are many
Like a river’s murky depths
Yet, apart like day and night.
Familiar eyes widen
Puzzled over newfound trails
Uncertain where to trod.
Wishing fervently black was black
Whilst white remained white
Detesting confusing depths of grey.
A world for each moment in time
We are but constantly changing
Never still, always elusive.
Our inner worlds are many
A world for each moment in time
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