We use masks beforehand provided by Destiny,
most of which have not depended of our choice.
Like figurants on the movie set, we appear and walk
through scenario and plot made by unknown director,
again and again saying words adverse to our feelings.
Like people at a fancy dress ball, we continue dancing
unable to throw off those horrible masks.
Sometimes, also, we act as puppets to lure children,
unable to frustrate the one who pulls the strings,
ending undesirable a spectacle.
Few are capable to throw away the disguises
or dismantle the puppeteer’s manipulations.