blank, all the time.

It feels like writing thousands words by invisible ink.
It feels like flying without wings.
It feels like drawing in the air.
It feels like drinking from an empty glass.

It feels like singing without words and melodies.
It feels like walking without feet.
It feels like crying with no tears.
It feels like dying between living.


Nothing happens, after all the sacrifices we did.
Drowning in alibis, searching truths between lies.
Nothing we get, after all we've been spending all the time.
Surviving in a cruel life, finding some happiness to share.

What should we do, to get a real life?
What should we do, to throw these pretending things away?
What should we do, to stop wearing masks?
What should we do, to get these thoughts off our mind?