There is a mask We all keep in our pockets. When there is no escape route We choose to wear them. In truth, we are not lying nor intending to lie But we just do not want them to see.
In reality we hate masks. We wear them all day, all night Until we get so fed up, we throw them away Then we lock ourselves in a room We speak nothing but silence We see nothing but transparent air We choose not to be there We choose not to go there We choose not to live the moment.
And still, we are not lying nor intending to lie But we just do not want them to see. We just do not want them to feel We just do not want them to sense We just do not want them to expect something Out of ourselves, when we ourselves could not either.
And then, after the rain stops After the storm subsides After the tears get washed away After everything that is broken get swept away Into the winds, into the unknown Then we get out and wear those masks again.