To know only what is on the surface
To see only what is before me
is it me who is so stupid to believe?
or you who is too smart in concealing what laid beneath?
what secrets do you hide
what lies in your stride
what happened to the old days,
when we stood side by side
This glass mask is all I see before me
It hides it contents
but shows an opaque picture
of one so mysterious like thee.
This circle of deceit,
never ending
as doubts come and go
like the fluctuating currents of the sea.
