I see faces
In odd places
More than sad,
Too complacent
To be mad,
Like the others
Quite indifferent
To the current,
That inhabits
Their façade…
Empty faces
Without basis,
Of expressions
Said despair,
Like a painting
Of a landscape
Rather tainted,
Tho quite bare…
Mortal faces
Seeking refuge
From raw spaces,
Not inhuman
But unreal,
From distortions
Made surreal,
In a world
Shaped by man!