I’ve been running from the mask for years
Turning never my head, stopping not once
But will I ever outrun the following fears?
Will I stroll in happy lands thence?
I’ve been wishing in the dead of the night
When no warmth is felt, no light seen
That the day will bring bright sunlight
Though reason tells me it isn’t keen
My legs plead to stop this madness
Judgement asks me to do it today
But, chasing me is the mask of sadness
That carries the sins of my yesterday
Courage is in embracing the past
Knowing it can’t be changed a bit,
To halt it from stalking to our last,
To unveil the truth and stand by it
I have stopped, for I will never get rid of the face
Having passed sceneries which hadn’t then mattered
Missing beautiful moments of life running this race
Yet, standing in the same place where I’d started
The mask is chasing everyone, isn’t it?