What mask should I wear today,
in this masquerade I am to play?
Should I just wear grief per se
or put on a happy face and be gay?
Maybe I will choose sadness as prey,
and wear a frown and gloom all day…

I really must make a choice its true,
How do I deal with things I need to do?
How do I decide which one to pursue?
Which ship to sail and be its crew?
My actions affect more lives than two.
I may have to rethink my life anew.

I do have many faces that I can show,
none may reflect the real me to know.
A myriad of emotions, away I stow –
stored and hidden, they silently grow.
Do look into my eyes like a window,
and find the real me, my soul’s echo.

For in life we face so many crises.
In triumph or defeat, we have choices.
When we are left to our own devices,
we live to learn from its consequences.
But until we unmask our many faces…
we cannot sing to God, His due praises.

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