An experience of an airport |
Does everybody wear a mask To travel between cultures? You know I have to ask Because it is hard to know what is real So many costumes swirl around me Colors, patterns, brand names The people that I see Make the world spin faster Every country, every race Different voices, different laughter Moving at a different pace Round and round they go. Macho, feminine, or confusing Dull or colorful Exciting, bland and boring The parade of images never ends Too fat, too thin Too warm, too cold Hiding or advertising sin Business men and tourists Some sporty, some slobs Some rich, some poor Some sexy, some snobs Some show too much From hot places, cold places Some with coats, some in tea shirts With or without social graces The human stream unending Loose fitting, tight-fitting Did that outfit ever fit you? Standing and sitting Staring at or ignoring those who pass Sombraoes and base ball caps Waistcoats and jackets Louts and posher chaps Stressed and relaxed Blondes and gingers Red-haired and grey Black and toupeed cringers Brown hair or shaved away Confident and nervous Tasteless and stylish Is this man with the secret service? Camouflaged or poseur? Dark glasses, fun glasses, pebble glasses, blind men Some look like jackasses Can they see where they go? In love with matching outfits Blind to all others Or the swivel heads of horny gits Watching everybody and everything Flowery patterns, bright colors, Expensive and cheap White teeth, missing molars Energy and fatigue A model in trainers A tracksuit wearing leather shoes They look like entertainers She'll wear high heels on the catwalk A pretty girl dressed blandly Anonymous and boring A canvas she walks so blankly Men paint their own pictures on her skin Masks chosen Masks accidental Masks perfected Masks worn badly Those who reveal too much Those who shout what they conceal |