One More Mask

Treading ever slightly  
wavering purpose  
not to be exposed  
 
Feeling uneasy  
new terrain  
self will not imposed  
 
Attempting to emulate  
one more mask to wear  
compliance required  
 
Following at present  
when once I surely led  
silently uninspired  
 
Existing on an edge  
fine line to navigate  
path again aborning  
 
Whatever the colour  
fades to black  
in my perpetual mourning