This is a masquerade

Men and women merely players

All the world's a stage

So you'll never see my face

Nor, I yours.

A sacred ritual;

It's become routine

Then there's no such thing

Less personal

Not original

Less individual

I've stopped looking for an end

Because I realize it will find me

I feel free, and I'd like to stay

Soaring as I please, or

Perching in a tree,

Don't put me in a cage

Don't set a trap for me,

Just let me be.

I have friends and I know

Where to find them and how.