we all seem to fade
wearing each of us a mask
moving awkwardly after the rythm of a tune
we barely hear
[yet it is so strong]
our strings and bolts,
the stage lights
a grin so superior hovers above us
[and we shout in fury, riots outstand]
we are not blind
we acted, but did not mean
and now
we take the scissors and
[cut them thread by thread]
we
are
freedom
no longer will i follow these lies,
every doubt and thought smeared
we hold each other tied together
a torch rises, the moon shines
after this painful mascarade
a healing caress.....
[it will follow]
