Masks, Machines and Wines

Put aside the masks, the frowns, the angers
Put aside the jeers of judgmental views
Taste a cloud in the mists of dawning
And wonder on the melody of life...

The reels of machines cut circular patterns
Set to the rhythm of the careless dollar...
Cares and concerns cannot be eased
By luminous symbols on cold metal

Put aside the frowns, the angers, the masks
Put aside the tears of biased views
Feel the colours of a fading sunset
And wonder on the smiles of life...

Wines and spirits are the poor man's answer
To the riddles and mazes of existence...
When the wine is empty
And the numb moment passed
The challenge of tomorrow is still there

Put aside the angers, the masks, the frowns
Put aside the fears of troubled views
Sense the rainbow behind the storm
And wonder on the hope of life...