Fleeting Masquerade

Morning breaks, the curtain slowly rises. Every step, another dream surprises.

I stumble forward, chasing after time. Even broken pieces learn to shine. Through the noise

of crowded streets, I hear the echo, bittersweet. Every tear becomes

a flame, calling softly out my name. Life is just a fleeting masquerade.

Every dream, a song that will not fade. Dancing through the laughter and the

pain. I will rise and sing again. Shadows fall,

but still, the night is tender. Every scar, a story I

remember. I keep on walking, even when I'm blind.