Daily masquerade

Colors, all having a distinct taste for the sense

When children we were life, vibrant and strong.

The sensation of waking up just to conquer the day.

School, friends, parents, all a daily occurrence

Now to speak to any of them is a gift, rarely given.

For help, for love, for them to hear you, you to hear them.

To go back to the time when life was perfect forever,

But now a living, one no one ever wants, why do we pretend?

A daily masquerade,  we are all children at heart.

For no matter how far we age, we all contemplate society inside

Finding things we think about, but not laughing, we choose to hide.

Because all of us choose to eventually mask, the child that hides inside.