It is indeed astonishing

How with the creases of time

For no reason or rhyme

We acquire with perfection

The fine art of deception

How we learn to conceal

And begin to concoct what to reveal

How those unfathomable eyes

Mask a thousand naked lies

Beneath a lot of noise and din

We learn to drown the

Zephyr storm brewing within

Below a visage as calm as a saint

There is seething rage threatening to taint

We cook up tales and disguises we don

Furtively rejoicing it’s the world we’re out to con

Until the day we wake up and figure

All our lives we’ve only hoodwinked

our reflections in the mirror