One last look at most photos,
Time to remove even if there are stories left untold.
Explanation in many were in grey zone.
Hiding seemed forever; ringing on phones.
God knows the number of participants,
All reasons were simply instruments,
To make smoothing music to ears,
In a masquerade party playing scenes from Shakespeare’s.
Harmless is always the reason for beginning,
Making beliefs that no one else will be in pain.
Justifying all details; using the name of love vain,
Denying that there is always a price to pay, down in every lane.
Setting myself free to embrace love again,
I would rather be in script than in such game.
Standing under thundery rain.