On Surprise he was caught,
Even though he knew she was coming,
His mask he forgot, as his heart he revealed.
On a run he left,
As his past he couldn't face,
Neither the truth that she might have seen,
Inside his own unknown past.
And so he asks: Did we meet before?
Tick, Tack, Tick, Tack, Tick, Tack....
Time flies by, lives go on, and go by...
The wheal spins...Maybe never back
to the same track.
Did anyone see my naked face pass by?
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I like this ending. Mask, I think, do have their purpose. So often, many of us are not brave enough to admit, show, see, or accept the truth.