In the mirror my face I see,
a heaviness of a thousand masks I feel.
I try to smile,my teeth I see,
passion I want to feel, but only fame I sense.
Freedom I wish to express, only words come out,
love I imagine, emptiness I find.
One by one I remove these masks,
anger, hate, envy but love nowhere to be found.
End I reach my face to feel,
laughter I see not teeth, warmth instead of eyes and love all around
Shout "happiness" I that moment,
carelessly trying to interpret and not experience
He shares his passion and and I talk my fame,
slowly what is left is his love and my pain
Stay with him is my desire but a puppet I am to my master,
bury him I here and let my masks wear me again
A far feeling I have for my search for truth,
maybe it goes inside and not outside.
Slowly the layers of illusion kicks in,
and all the love and feelings becomes foolish grains of sand....
