Sometimes a breath of fresh air is necessary to see what the world has to offer
Spawn of a land of familiarity where change is just a concept without meaning
the shackles have been torn only leaving a feeling of isolation, I’ve never needed anyone I don’t need them now, yes these are my thoughts and I do speak out loud
Tension builds and the tree bearing my stress begins to crack, but like the mighty oak, with time, a new ring will form
An infinite number of masks each displaying a different era, phase, lifestyle
Each with a distinct persona
Unaware of itself
Until a new mask surfaces and there is a moment to reflect