How are you today?
How was your weekend?
Are you okay?
It was great talking to you again!
Hope to see you soon....
These trite phrases of daily social regime
Yet does any actually mean a thing?
The replies produced of languid smiles and expected lies seems to say it all
Yet the order is never to be restored...
Who am I to judge you might say
Maybe I don't even exist in this world of yours
Maybe I'm nothing but merely an illusion
But I've been to many places ,seen too many faces to just stay that way
So listen if you might,or simply ignore me once again...
I've been all around the world
Molding myself into millions of different shapes and forms
Devotedly searching for the freedom I've never known
The freedom of feeling,the freedom of being, just like my walking hosts
I long to touch and smell,to laugh and cry,to breathe and die...
But it was later that I found out,
Those bodies I followed didn't really exist either
They only held plastic pink roses and pretended to smell the earthly scent
They painted their emotions grey and wore glasses coloured of lies
Was that any diffrent from a shadows life like mine?
When the sun bowed to the stars
When I became whole under the raven sky's embrace
When I sang my hosts goodbye
When those fabricated glasses were left on empty nightstands
When the grey paint was washed away
When suddenly bright colours lit bravely along with the moon
I realised the truth,
I realised I wasn't the illusion
I didn't need a vessel to be real,I needed a soul
I didn't need a flesh to feel,I needed emotions
Nor did I need a a shape to form into,
I just needed to accept myself as a whole...