©ESR 2005

Inside, the longing, buried deep.
Wanting to be freed from such exile;
Dreams of desired acted out in sleep,
Forced to plead to show a heartfelt smile.

Nothing’s true as more as more joins the pile.

Outside, the masks, illusions forced to show,
Showing all that’s false in all these meager lives.
Days of relentless harassment increasing as we grow.

Fatigued to the point where only loss survives.
Hoping’s only failure is soon it’s sad demise.

What’s left comes down to details and precision,
The next choice is then the greatest decision.