Or wear a mask to hide the truth
I have no thoughts that I must bend
To turn the heads of idle youth
And yet I see the subtle lure
That draws me in to play the game
At last my boredom has a cure
If I can only take the pain
The drifting smoke the shifting sand
The mirror placed with expert care
The shallow surface of the land
Cannot conceal the dragons lair
So as I wander through the mist
My head still spinning with the lies
I tell myself I will resist
The poison path where beauty dies
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