When I want to cry, yet I cannot, the mask will
hinder my ability to cast a shadow upon my eye.
While the world exists with little regard to handle
the crisis I feel will always create my own why.
I cannot return to what once was that world,
whether we might know one another or not,
we will not ever be the similar paths twirled
around realities and dreams we thought.
Howsoever simple the grand design may seem,
some how we are all at risk to find a flaw,
a rip in the fabric of what we did call the seam,
the layered security no longer, as we saw.
Fit to live our lives together in a certain harmony,
when my mask seemed fitting, I’m lost with thee.