Mask of Joy
by Y. Dan Rubinstein
A contemplation on solitude, authenticity, and the masks we wear to navigate the world.
Lyrics
January and the oranges
have ripened on the tree
house is empty
roommates gone
leaving you time aplenty
climb the ladder
weather beaten
cracked in disrepair
savor what you can
the sweetest fruit
drips nectar through your hands
chorus
Don't you know
it doesn't show/don't let it show
when you hide behind
your mask of joy
Don't you know
it doesn't show/don't let it show
when you hide behind
your mask of joy
February and the blossoms
are bursting on the tree
house is empty
roommates gone
leaving you time aplenty
climb the ladder
weather beaten
cracked in disrepair
savor what you can
the sweetest fruit
drips nectar through your hands
chorus
Don't you know
it doesn't show/don't let it show
when you hide behind
your mask of joy
Don't you know
it doesn't show/don't let it show
when you hide behind
your mask of joy
Inspiration & Story
In this age of curated photo streams, we can spend our lives putting on a facade, a mask of joy instead of engaging in meaningful relationships. And meanwhile the years pass, "robbing us of our youth, the ripened fruit falling rotten to the ground".
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