The mask
The mask (14-04-2020)
I have a very disturbed state of mind. I am frightened and anxious. Death has become something ordinary, just a roundup. I can only think about the mask in the literal and figurative sense. We live while there is no mask, as soon as the mask appears, life ends and existence begins. (pause with commas and check also out my music and book)
Genuine not
I was some ever
Lived like a god
Vainfully clever
Self praising blind
Strolled on around
Selfish inclined
Fell on the ground
Time, gorgeous tole
What’s wrong with me
Mine, perished soul
Fullscale degree
Rotted and vanished
Under the mask
Foolishly brandish
Self praising task
Led me away
Into nowhere
With present gray
Future despair