Masquerade
KEN HENSLEY
A masquerade of dancing shadows
Appear before me
Through my mystic window
And soon to be seen
I saw presented
Became a vision that
I saw resented
I stood and watched
Its image changing
The unseen hand was rearranging
And all the time I wondered
How did it wind
Slowly, surely it unfolded
Its simple lines just as
A pole wind told it
A temporary revolution
My problems rose and fell
With a lapse of illusion
My mind was telling me, don't fight it
It's just a hazard in the night
Don't do those
Who've lost their way
It's a masquerade
Masquerade, it's a masquerade ...