MIMES

They see the world through their own eyes,

Dividing things into black and white;

They know what looks like a day

Is a bright veil of gloomy night.

They show gestures and illustrate

What they think is wrong and what they hate;

And yet they refuse to utter a word

To protest against things untoward.

In an effort to live a risk-free life,

They die inside a thousand times;

Painted by mind yet muted by doubt,

Civilized citizens act like mimes.