Dignified Proclivities

A mask. 
A mask and the thing that drives it forward.
Nothing can comprehend.
Why we wear masks is a question unanswered. 
The thing that drives it forward,
Love? Hate? Beauty? Age?
 
We hide behind recurrence.
Choosing not to take different paths.
Everyday repeats.
Everyday repeats.
Everyday repeats itself.

Immaturity.
Maturity.
A comedian and a businessman.
A clown and a judge.
What truths lie beneath the choice of employment?

In dark moments, we make dark decisions.
Forced to live a life in a crumbling society.
Riots, murder, thievery, debauchery.
What makes us human?

Falling in love.
Infatuation is always the common conclusion.
You don't love her.
You can't love him.
You won't love them.

Political representation. 
Democrat? Republican? Indifferent?
All leading to war, debt, and devastation.
Pull us out of this dark crevice.
We wish to be free again.

The body and the mind.
The beauty and the beast.
Similarities uncountable.
A princess on the outside.
A harlot within.

Beauty.
Everywhere, trees die.
Die and lose their leaves.
Breathtaking to some.
In death, there is beauty.

Death of life.
The scythe of fate.
The bony hand, beckoning for the next soul.
Another life lost.
His eyeless face is your only company.

Life of death.
Support from home overseas.
The earthquake made of fire.
The rain made of shrapnel.
Losing earns a Purple Heart.

All of these things.
The new definition of Earth.
Death, war, sex, and lies.
Let it stop.
Let us become anew.
Now, tear off that mask.