Shall we conform like the sands of time
Beneath our mask are dreams of dime
The piece we keep within our realms
Hoping it appease the priest of our dreams
With despair we impair the reality of ourselves
Changing ideals as we alter the rest of our lives
What we seek are treasure stories told by sea pirates
Who paint pictures valued at a very high rates
From ourselves we've stolen what we deserved
While we fade from our shell as stories we don't tell
Madrimony, we've left our loved ones for those we feel reserved
Amongst our friends we don't fit in, but this doesn't fit well.
©karmascars
K