We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries To thee from tortured souls arise. We sing, but oh the clay is vile Beneath our feet, and long the mile; But let the world dream otherwise, We wear the mask!
I think there is a place, A wondrous place where you can set your mind at ease. A wondrous place where you can set your mind at ease. Another dimension of the now we know It is what we have in our minds. See the ability to transport to another place with other feelings Is simply, there. There among the clutter, the business of life.
It is purely up to you where you choose to go. Could be for a minute, for an hour, or longer. Depends upon what you want to invest in the travel. Depends upon what you want to invest in the travel. You can take with your knowledge of things past, or possibly things you have not experienced yet.
There are many seasons there, it just depends on the factors that there are. It could be raining or cold, possibly windy and sunny all on the same day. That is how it is with our heads. This is how it is with our heads. There is so much to them, even so much we keep in our subconscious.
I think there is for sure a place. A wondrous place where you can set your mind at ease. A wondrous place where you can set your mind at ease. Another part of us we sometimes fail to see. It is where we have the ability in our minds to feel something different than in our lives. There, among the clutter, the hectic business of life, you can control it.
Imagine your life in a happier time Sometimes that’s how I remember mine. Times that made you smile and shine Things that were easily peace of mind.
Sometimes things are complicated Even can leave us exasperated. That is when remembering steps in Of a wonderful place or time that has been.
Our minds serve many purposes and jobs They can be reminders or be like a tripod Supportive and will keep us held higher That are the good ones the ones that inspire.
Sometimes there are reminders of deeds gone wrong Sometimes it plays in our heads like a bad song. This isn’t the way most would want it to be They only want the good ones you see.
But to grow and have happiness There have to be both of them Wrong and right reminders So we learn, appreciate, and have no blinders.
Remember all the thoughts, deeds, and pain There never can be any growth if there never is rain. Move forward always but reflect on what’s gone, This is necessary for all, not wrong.
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