The Joker's Mask

 Facing the empty horizon before me

Where dry wind blew so heavily

Chasing shadows of anything I could see

Just like a morning but full of uncertainty;

But what is this troubled thoughts of you

Like a dagger that strikes my armored chest

Wounded of knowing a friend, and now, no clue

After that kiss that once overtook my breast;

While whose answer cannot let hold the pain

That was, is and still the question, why and why

Not of a child though, but still cannot win

Not of a grown man, but all ends with sigh;

The truth is freedom, but cannot, still in chain,

The mask though, but I knew this, till when.