Saturday 9 January 2021

Masquerade

There's a perfect conversation in each of our heads
Trapped as we each make way to our own beds
Why couldn't we say the words that would soothe?
We had to play games, masquerading our moves
One day we will see that it was mentally
Tiring, exhausting, distracting, strangely
Deep in our souls, to want for more
A simple life is something to adore

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