Masquerade

A fleeting lapse of confidence before this masquerade Replays it's ugly monotonous sound, just like yesterday The sting upon my tear-stained cheek I feel is the last straw I watch my trembling hand reach out and open up the door A blast of cold fresh air I greet as I let the door slam Snatch up my few belongings, run fast as I can No clue to where I'm going or even where I've been These past few months, they merge somewhere between nightmare and dream Bloodshot eyes scan pavement cracks until they turn to sand The sheer drop falls a thousand feet, I've run far as I can A noise that I don't recognise, no owner can I see I realise the whimps and pants and sobs belong to me The overwhelwing disbelief that finally, I'm free No strings to hold me prisoner, master of puppetry I let the sea wind whip my face, the sting now innocent For now I am the master, crackerjack of prudence 4 Oct 2011