Rant Of Faces... Poem by RK

I wake daily from awakening and see
My face through the mirror that reflects me
And although my face it never beholds
Draws a face for me everyday and folds
Myself to me and there becomes my I
Of the selfsame face for my joys and cries
And this face I wear is that face I wore
Unbound to truths and lies, it's simply pure
Then out to streets there are people to meet
One face, two face, many faces to greet
Each face out there are those faces that speed
To their dreams and hopes from their wants and needs
And just like me they have faces I own
Still through walk of life, dreadfully alone
As day ends, I return to home, and yes,
My face of the morn is now gone, faceless
At night I realise that the face I wore
Was better off hidden inside the drawer
For my face in mirror now wears a mask
And staring at me it silently asks,
'That face and this are the faces you keep
Tell me, what face you'll be wearing asleep? '