there is a boy
sitting solitary
under a tree

in bright sunshine
his vision is haze ,
he kept himself in masquerade ,
for long

now the cost he is paying
hiding from the world
that  was his game ,

want to leave behind
the mess he made ,
looking within the past for his gaffe .

cause he was pretender
wanted to hide in shell .

he had made a game
which is now labyrinth
killing his all instinct

he got to run from it
to save his conscience

cause he was pretender
that made his life a void

he got to run from it,
to save his conscience .