A man of a thousand faces,
Is a man you don’t want to know.
He could be as sweet as the sugar cube,
The sugar cube that you feed to the horses.
But in contrast he is just like the salt,
The very salt you pour on the roads.
You never know what you are going to get,
From a man with a thousand faces.

He claims to know all,
When truly you see him know nothing.
He claims to know her personally,
But he truly doesn’t.
One moment he can be your best friend,
The next he will stab you in the back.
You could be betrayed or loved,
By a man with a thousand faces.

His silence is deadly,
For he observes everything,
To know everything.
He will sit at the window looking out ,
Looking out at the rain,
But he won’t be just looking at the rain.
Out the corner of his eye he will be looking at you.
You never know what he is doing,
Because he is a man of a thousand faces.

I said earlier that he knows nothing,
Yet now, he knows everything.
The tables like to turn on you.
For when you are a man with a thousand faces,
There is nothing easier,
Than being another person.
He is quite, yet loud,
Smart, yet doesn’t know anything,
Believes in everything, yet nothing at the same time.
He can do this because,
He is a man of a thousand faces.