Follow your roles.
Follow the words.
Never doubt the path
It’s the only true way.
The people hide behind masks.
Every expression, preordained.
The ones following the script.
Their actions, lifeless and mundane.
“I’ve had enough”, someone says.
“I’ll write my own script”, said the person.
So they seized the inks of fate,
And wrote their own tale.
I’d like to tell you their story;
But the ink of their bold tales grew faint.
The child who sought to change it all,
Never did fulfil his dreams so tall.
