He walks in rooms like rising light
But darkness drips behind his eyes
The world applauds his steady flight
Yet every breath he takes is lies

No book unfolds beneath his hand
Each page a ghost unread unknown
He stares into a dreaming land
But all the thoughts he sows unsown

They say how bright his laughter rings
But none hear the silence it conceals
A hollow bird with painted wings
He ***** he flies yet never feels

He builds a temple of false routine
Mocks his dreams with half done clay
To others he is the perfect scene
To himself a soul in slow decay

And he says tomorrow I will start
But tomorrows fade like fragile mist
Each promise written in his heart
Unread unheard and still dismissed

The crowd cheers loud for what they see
Not knowing they praise a phantom shell
He longs for love for clarity
But lives alone inside his hell

A mask of smiles a practiced face
He laughs in ways he is learned to fake
In truth he’s running a losing race
The world claps He breaks

So hear this truth from tenfold pen
Hes not alone this broken man
If you read the silence within men
You'd find yourself in that same span