Guise

By: JUNRS
Your life is a stone in the midst of the brook of woe,
Wind causes the wave that ceases to walk, aching your toe.
Yellow spot of the soul, make you weeping in a loneliest room,
A plastic piece, you want to wear, become a flower that may now bloom.
Thirst of crown in the past, now indulged by their devotion.
On the dark nook you wore it back, then two eyes on the loopholes.
Here might the cat that burst as a lion, having a wildest crawl.
Dear, the limelight will be yours: Your success is your failure,
Walk even more till you could build your own frail sculpture.
The world celebrates the masquerade, then you joined
Dancing in the street with vainly effort, dignity hooked in a coin.
The sun is the face, moon is the mask, and eclipse appeared.
Mouth cant speak but the eyes do, thus
Ears cant hear but the heart does.
In the midnight, a shadow awaken your guilt
Then you realized, your self was tied by the unlucky belt.
Figuring your life was just an illusion, reason of your regret.
Alladin broke the lamp; releases the genie, then back to your breath.