Putting On a Face

Putting on a face
they say
A brave one?
A terrified one?
A cynical one?

Who would ever know
what’s right;
what’s wrong?

Stone to stone
And dust to dust
Look at the universe
and tell me:
Why are we here?

Because nothing really makes sense;

Putting on a brave face?
I don’t think so;

After all
a face is still a mask.