The Social Scene

Fascinated
By the masks I painted
One for the crowd
Two for the street performers whose roars grow so loud
But I’m weary tonight
I can’t see crisply
Clearly tonight

Within the castle she fainted
By the slashes I painted
One for the clouds
Two for sweet conformers of whom no one is proud
But hear and see that broken sight
I can’t see with the
Fearful insight