The Masquerade Is Burning – Day 73, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

This world…
So many souls hover in it while laminated by rock indestructible for most who come across it.
So many hover around colder than its freezing point in an atmosphere combustible by any means necessary.
A paradox,
Per say.
But,
A paradox most are more content with than being what they were truly meant to be.
Why?
So much easier it is,
To put on a mask even if the rest of the world can see through it.
No effort is needed when glueing a canvas to your face for others to paint on.
All of the hard work required of us to truly live free from society’s rules lies within how far we strive to,
Kill ourselves.
To murder that fiend we witness prancing all around us when standing still in front of our bathroom mirrors,
Instead of washing off just enough dirt pleasing as far as the eye can see…
The real change is embedded in the flame we rest beneath the God-forsaken image with,
No more value than the specs of dust we swipe off…
Swipe off…
With a grin not many take notice at the end of our days…