The ever changing patterns of our lives.
We seem to try so hard to help ourselves.
Yet the masks of our faces are lies,
    and our acts are those that fit our part.
Our part in the pattern we call life.

   "That is just like me", replied an old man.
"Sounds like something she would do", spoke the husband.

   Each noting the mask of the face.
The action instead of the meaning.
To leave a pattern,  not many can.
To break a pattern, good luck.

   It is a destined meeting all must have.
The actor meets the man,
   who shall prevail?
~~~niantar~~~