I struggle to forget my past

Can't bare a thought of wearing mask

To flow through day so unaware

Of meaningless to what we care

So I dare to say that you are a pretender

Of any sort and any gender

Hiding behind the social values

Instead of letting mind find grace

Where others seek all kind of virtues

All destinations fabled fancies

Ghastly weavered by gloomy dense fact

All facing dreadful ending

Waiting obediently patient for us

To open up and vanish

Become the past that we deny

History written by alive