Masks of dreams
Place of birth for many dreamers
this world, for each of us, has a mask
every life is like one story,
where dreams come falling down
like castles of sand.
But when I put the mask, everything is much easier
in every battle my heroic armor gleams,
while I'm walking on roads
that are still unattainable to human step,
imagination takes me through the meadow of dreams.
Hidden deep beneath the mask,
out of sight of the eyes of the world,
far from the pain and tears and war,
far from terrestrial bird's songs
I'm flying free above the rivers and green lawns.
Oh, we are all just part of the show
and sometimes we become the main actors
but performance that lasts, will pass quickly
like fascinating and colorful sunset beams
and new masks we'll put in dreams.