One hour, two hours…
Fifth one, fiftieth one…
That’s how the world
Passes you by
You play the role
Of an observer
In the stage of life
You’re overacting
Why hide?
Why pretend?
And grit your teeth?
Be yourself for once
Take the mask off
Reject the rules
With smile side by side
Run barefoot
Across the purple meadow
In the center of universe
Feel the taste of a laugh
Feel the touch of a breath
And in this madness stay
Stay and live
Take others with you
Every lonely soul
Who’s forgotten
That life is for living.
That life is a gift…
MON'S CHAMBER OF THOUGHTS 