Segment #1
The mask I wear
it’s holding tight (prior covid) :|
what is my skin
which lead me to pretend
and not acknowledge my kin
to transform an enemy to a friend
when is life more beautiful
than with living
or a glass more plentiful
than with filling
be it joy or sorrow
or pain or pleasure
when yesterday is morrow
and gems are not treasure
life will be not life
if sun was not sun
to find no greater love than man and wife /or wife and wife ;)/
nor have done with none in fun
so be it
and let it be
and wish to get
what one can’t flee