The moon was abnormally large that night and
Seemingly keen to hear their heart to heart as
They sat together in what now is a forgotten bar.
His grey shirt stained with her red tears fated, He was going and she must love him from afar.

On the hangers of your closet,
Diverse masks dangle.
Which one will you wear to appease
the society tonight?
Will you let someone see the real you or always remain misunderstood?
Or will you let it drain all the oxygen from your blood?

A single drop of water seems inconsequential,
But a bunch of them create alternate reality.
Should we continue to hustle where we are?
Or should we plunge into the one below where
time is loosened and us free of captivity?

Wasn't it better when we were children and
Fear meant being alone in the dark with six-leged spiders crawling over our neck?
For look at us now, we're all alone, darkness sweeping us in while the strings of anxiety, depression, panic, sadness, insecurity and death traps us in their web?

Spring came and went by,
Some flowers remained,
Some wilted down.
I know there's no place for death in a garden,
But how do you uproot the ones which were once the jewels of your crown?