We’re all wearing a disguise,
you may not realize.
A dichromatic mask with flipped crescent-moon eyes
and it’s easy to tell which side you despise,
but I hope, for your sake, that you will recognize
that there’s nothing to fear
in the face that lives here.
What hides drama can wash away with just a tear
and I hope that you’ll grin when a dream travels near.
Maybe then, perhaps, you’ll finally see the sky clear,