I stand in front of this reflecting glass and ask myself
“Which mask to wear out of the brimming shelf?”
My mind darts and frisks the occasion
And then settles down for the one that suits my equation
One for my friend, one for my love, one for my enemy and one for my boss
I just need to push the peddle and dive in for the game of gain and loss
Day in and day out, this practice has made me more and more inhuman
But my practical soul cries, “Dude, it’s more and more being superhuman”
When this masked man can receive all the applause and adulation
Why to unmask and live in a life that is full of dissipation
But sadly, amidst the glitz and glamor
I have forgotten my soul’s honest grammar
My heart no longer beats for the one who is unpretentious
But rather it shows an inclination for the contentious
A transition from my real self to the imaginary
Means running away from my real life which now suddenly seems more beneficiary
Help me…help me, as I am in need to get rid of this feigned mask
But I know it’s not easy, but an arduous task
“GET WELL SOON” is the slogan of the hour
A reality check may take us back to “sweet from sour”
