I am living in the world of mask, trying to get a way out of grasp
Where I see things not like my vision
Seems to have a mask on each and everyone
In various colour and shape, almost decorating their outer case
Though I enjoy and appreciate
All the moment and the phase
Looks so pretty in that very mask
Ruins everything putting off that craft
My eyes tear my heart fears
Would I get the answer all clear?
My suspicious mind, weaving so many questions inside
Whether I get the answer I fright!
How true would I stand in this dark world of mask?
After all I am a human with all my crocks
Meet too many people around so far
Wished, appreciated, shake hands apart
Still find difficult to see through the scar
As if I am grabbed by their decorated part of art
Well that’s my perceptional world of eyes
Doesn’t matter how innocently I try
The reality behind the mask at far cry
Like it or not but that’s the only land I found
With my people all around
Trying to maintain a relationship like a climber
Often scared what if I loosen that support
Still climbing high beyond my unknown sense of chamber
Hoping to get a true ray next, to hold down the fort
How true would I stand in this dark world of mask?
After all I am a human with all my crocks
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