I wake up and go over to a desk,
looking at the top and seeing my choices.
They are of all sorts, varying in both
size and colors and design.
All different types of masks are there,
romantic, clown, killer, musician, gamer,
patient, student, cautious lover, dangerous risker.
The masks I have will fit any situation.
I constantly change them throughout
the day as new things happen.
I wonder in the end,
which is true?
which is real?
Is it the man behind the mask that
is only changing with the masks, 
but keeps some inner center true and constant?
Or is it that underneath the masks
I wear, is just a hollow space,
empty and devoid?
Which is real?
Maybe I shall never know.
Maybe it would be better if I didn't.