I've stepped over some masks
Dirty, worn, torn.
Thrown away for a while
Frozen, yet alive.
I've recognized their smiles
Friends of friends and their lovers.
They were begging for some time,
Couldn't figure out their plot.
I've heard they've kept their homes clean
So they could shine for the New Age
I don't know why I walked over
Something so dead and strange.
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| Art by Caspar David Friedrich |
