The sunlight tearing pass the clouds
Trying to make a way out
From the crowd of the clouds.
Will it ever succeed,
Wonders the sky itself
And the creatures beneath.
Marking a weather cold
Or reliving rain.
No one thereafter cares
After they pass away .
In vain or in pain asks the creatures
"Upon you does it depend"says it
Hiding from the monsters near and fearing.
Deep inside it does cry
Questioning itself ,
will it ever break free?
Or remain prisoned
Amidst the crowd.
Showing features what it's not.
The real self locked away deep inside,
A secret from the crowd itself.
Cause there is no place
For it's real self
In this place for slaves.
Being what others want it to be
And not what it really is
Wearing a mask like a camouflage ,
Hiding itself .
Hurts it from inside,
Deep inside.. deep inside..
Where no one will ever know what it is
Not will anyone heed.
Hiding from one's self
Had it forgotten itself ?
Happiness will it ever seek
Unshackled will it ever be
Will it ever divulge itself
Ere the rabble and the kinfolk
Only the future will show.
