The Real Face

This darkness, so thick So deep it seems impenetrable From near or far, it seems eternal Like the first love of the teen-age heartbeat But there are many who see darkness For what it is, no longer mistaken About its identity. We know now the darkness at first hand It has come unmasked and naked in full view There's no curtain in between The spectators know the actors The sham of the old script The drag of the dialogue. We stand by you, the outcast Firm like a rock lashed by the waves Still not giving in to the current Freer in spirit than a free man You are a surprise to the half-baked theorist.