beneath the starless sky, i stared at the half-faced moon.
i began to wonder what should be my next move.
should i follow my heart, longing and confused?
should i comply with my head, rational yet skewed?
could the answers be with the stars hidden behind clouds,
or with the other lunar half, which is under a shroud?
as the mesmerizing rain falls, i thought all will be revealed.
that the rain will then wash all my confusion and fears.
rather it muddled everything and further concealed.
it hampered my once firm stance to a wavering defeat.
i saw images of myself reflected in puddles of mud,
different from each other, yet distinctly me.
which of
these faces showcases the real me?
w
ones are mere illusions of who they want me to be?
for with the light of the moon, we put on our masks,
t
parade our facades, until the arrival of dusk.
who is more important, the wearer or the mask?
and who will dictate this? a thinking limited by a box?
should i choose to act or should i opt to hide?
must i tell the truth or continue to live the lie?
answers to which will only come from within.
the question now is, are you ready and willing?
