The Costume

Once I used to wear my face
once I used to beleive in a pure picture
once I was free to be innocent as oil on canvas
once I was human under the cloth of my senses

Now I stare in the mirror
naked the thought of what lies within
I strongly need a fake self to keep a smile
I willingly wear my costume to capture a face

once the true faces , once the real voice
once upon a season , clouds couldn't scare me
once upon a time , I didn't need a cloth on my naked soul

seasons come , seasons go
the mask I wear under the hat
the dreams I spared under the rains
the ruins of my beleifs stand beside my trains

smart costune , saves me from being me
wise hat covers my thoughts safe and within
I travel in my costume, I walk along the sea
hiding from my eyes, what I deny to see

saddness of wisdom, lonliness of being me
a shabby worthless costume is all that left of me
wandering by the waves, walking along the sea

wondering all the time, what has been left of me