In world of play the thing I love to deal
Each day in my face appears what I feel
Associating with life, self is what it conceal
Sometimes I got the face of being empty
Sometimes I got the face of world's massiveness which I carry
But sometimes, I wear the mask which tells my hidden story
In entire that knocks you and haul you into word of "kill"
Mask is in our soul that outside world is our pill
Giving faces of which emotion appear to feel
