My eyes, stairing desperately at the dark,
searching for hope, even if it's just a spark.
Sometimes I see smth bright so far away,
and it brings confusion,
but then i realize that it was just an optical illusion.
My nose, smelling in the field.
I can't smell the roses, the flowers, because of the shield.
It seems to prevent me from smelling it,
so i can only smell the stinkin' shit.
My mouth, my tongue searching for some taste.
Also this attempt goes to waste.
The tastefull things just don't seem to come my way.
Is it just a coincidence, is it just me having "a bad day"?
My ears, trying to hear a consoling voice,
All i seem to hear is this irritating noice.
I hope the good voices will outnumber the bad,
so there's no need for me to be sad.
All of this together forms my never-ending mask,
that prevents me from fulfilling the task,
to be real.