The Masquerade
How peculiar it is
To live life behind a mask
Everyday we do our bits
to play along the cast
We’re led along by our heartstrings
Shallow and fickle all
Why are we obsessed with ‘things’?
Never in it for the long haul..
Life has become material and cheap
Yet we all still cosplay
Find something real and deep
These masks we’ll castaway..
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