Life is a great spectacle
dance of masquerades
no one dares to show their true face
because if they did
it would be like seeing the Medusa of Perseus
and we would be at that moment petrified

Let the wind take me away,
so i can float with the endless sky
Sinking into the clouds
looking down to see
all of me
was
nothing more than a mirage.

like Alice,

we seek to find keys to rooms
that we do not know what mysteries lie behind

to mould ourselves to fit the openings
of terrors and temptations

to contort ourselves into a place
of ecstasy and enlightenment

can there really be anything more thrilling in live

that standing in front of a lock
hands shaking in anticipation,
not knowing how you will open it
but swearing to yourself that you will find a way

because one day,
one way, one lock, one key, one door

might lead you home