The Joker's Mask
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.