FORGED IDENTITY

The world is a child growing up Demands much, asks for too much. It could be a fragment of one's character Or a pinch of value, yet a burden thereafter. As a distributor, meeting the demand One may be tempted to forge identity: Tainted nails, a pair of dark glasses Extended brows, ugly looking eyelashes. You can wear a mask to play a part But the play may never start. Like changing girls for satisfaction No one will know your true attraction. Life is a dark humor play— Believe it or not, you’re just a stray. You can act well but can’t fake a role Or change what the script hold.