Written by Adam M. Snow
All that I am is smoke and mirrors,
the berating of the world before.
A shroud of many doubt and fears;
for many a score.
Lies I've shown a sinful deceit,
to bear the mask of many.
I am neither to be discreet,
but a child if any.
Shrouding my face behind countless reflections;
a jest among these
holds no resurrection,
but anguish without ease.
I am fleeing like the wind,
living out all my span.
I know not the end
for I am, but a man.