Born into society - society that wears a mask,
Laughing in a corner - a corner of solitude,
Searching for what the world is - what the world has,
Looking for love - love as its highest multitude,
Gazing at the holes in the floor of heaven,
The mask slips...
My shoe lace catches an air pocket...
My body becomes entangled like my tongue..
As my face meets the cold grass...
My dove...flies away.