Phantom faces rush past,
each towards their own destination.
How many souls in success last?
How many need show their appreciation?
Lives full of heartbreak, empty smiles and fake appearance.
Few have known the desired joy of the self-worth achievement creates.
One seeks contentment in talents,
yet crossing borders is the fear of many fates.
Those who find a talent,
often stop searching.
Those who never do, lament,
their regret always lurking.
Wasted years, pursuing Vision’s allure:
Stressing, enslaved to a race against time
in a world where there is no place for failure,
yet we fail ourselves, the mirror reflecting not a person, but a mime.