in the never-ending dance
the masks spin to nowhere
they runaway from freedom
imprisoned in life
the words kill like the broken past
millions of lives are passing
at the speed of light
in the darkness of indifference
people are born
like frightened birds
conquering the world
we are only a dust
melting in the music of cosmos
in the expanding universe
the Shakespeare’s mask and the beggar’s mask
are dancing
in the heart of the suffering
whilst the bodies will disappear
like the faces in the midst