Left or Right
Up or Down
Which way should I turn?
Each way seems bright enough to see my way through
And yet the questions are still.
Should I find you or
Will you find me?
Should I be ready to wear the mask of sorrow and pain?
Questions from all directions
and yet the questions are not so direct.
When will the answers be just?
Your warmth has touched my shell.
As your radiance gives glow to my deep tanned skin
Everything seems beautiful and peaceful,
It is so calm and quiet.
Oh I spoke too soon!
Where is the mask?