We all draw new tricks out of the hat,

Illusions in a thousand minds —

Choosing lots from life’s magic pot,

We try our luck by shedding our masks

Like the peel of a big onion.


The grand theatre of life is opened for us

And we all play a fancy part:

Waiting for the masquerade, decorated,

We go through our cues

And the image in the mirror

Stares back at us and smiles.


Don’t ask me why —

I’m just impersonating

The way I’d like to be;

But that only leaves me naked —

Open to the wounds that life can inflict

To our weak spots, which are left so sore

And which no costume can cover,

However fantastic.