Mask
Some folks are brutally intelligent
They constantly do something in order to keep their intelligence busy
Some folks are blind devotees
They get through life with the faith in their god or their leader
Some folks are historians of the self
They will bore you to death with the story of their life
Some folks have a tongue disorder
They constantly speak in order to keep speaking
Man is half character and half clothes
Life is a long street on which millions of different kinds of masks roam
I examined a mask of each variety 
Then I stood in front of a mirror And understood
That each of those millions of masks fit me as well...
Some folks are like Virumaandi just for the pride of it
They strut around unthinking brandishing their knives
Some folks are tired satirists 
They see one thing, think of another and laugh to themselves
Some folks are half-baked experts
They learn the beginnings and fill to competion with fiction
And they tie some folks’ legs to dogmas with chains 
And go through life...
Man is half character and half clothes
Life is a long street on which millions of different kinds of masks roam
I examined a mask of each variety 
Then I stood in front of a mirror And understood
That each of those millions of masks fit me as well...
