Masquerade

the masquerade, 

an idea that just popped in my head just barely..

the scene of a masquerade ball, 

everyone around you, you make actually know, 

but all hidden under the mask..

you look around hoping to spot a familiar face..

you do your gestures for others who know you to recognize its you..

but alas the hope of finding a familiar face appears in vain..

all wearing emotions you could never find to be genuine.

living a life of a lie..

with emotions not fully expressed..

and of faces you could never recognize..

chaotic it may seem..

sad it may appear..

behind the masquerade, what is to be done?

are we to follow blindly with our sight that may deceive?

what can we do?

who can we believe?

you may wonder what the heck this is about..

i just figured..

in the middle of this masquerade..

if all were under a disguise..

yes.. i know i could definitely identify you from all the others..

because no matter what mask you wear..

no matter what gestures you play..

i will always recognize you..

my eyes may not..

but this heart will..