The Cracked Mask Asked a Question Back

Today it's the violin that moves the pen

And with my left hand

The demons and darkness rise

And with my right hand

The light and hope

Rage against the forever night

Nothing is planned

Everything is improv

It all stays more real this way

A spontaneous series of events

Chained together 

Creating a human 

A human capturing a moment 

By cementing his emotion

A grain in a hourglass

Stretching out for eternity 

Hungry for immortality 

While being burnt out of from the day-to-day

Did it have to be this way?

A fading dream

A loud silence

A belly full of regret

A blank check

Sad eyes

And 

A breaking disguise.

The cracked mask asked a question back,

Asking where to go

I told the mask that

I didn’t know

Just that it needed a new home

I can’t wear it anymore.

CH 9/10/26