"The Hiding Place"

Thoughts peer through the shadows,
Occasionally pausing on memory,
I shake my head as if to say
'Someone else', that was not me.

In my mind I change a thousand times,
A thousand more with every second passed,
A new masquerade built for each occasion,
But nothing's meant to last.

A musician hangs in the corner while
A scholar sits quietly below.
A crying child is curled beneath it all,
And has never learned to grow.