Facade

Behind every line on your face, there is a story.  Is  it sad ? Does it have a happy ending or it is so painful that you would rather be numbed at the memory of it?

Does your stride tell us where you have been or where you aspire to go?

Does your speech reflect the very core of your soul, or is it simply tailored for your audience ?

Does your smile really mean you are having the time of your life or you are enduring this present sting ?

When you laugh, is it because you gotta laugh, or because you are obliged to?

Are you brave enough to face you or you so scared that you cannot even face your dog ?

Are you living your dream or is someone living their dream through you ?

Are you aware that behind your mask, there is a little boy, a little girl who would always look for approval, maybe in wrong places even ?

You know that i know you, yet i do not know you.

I talk to you but do we even communicate?

The social obscurity wedged so deep it cannot be regressed.

Your walls so high, your gates heavily fortified and your windows plastered so, such that getting to you, requires you meeting me at your gates to let me in.

Of course, i could break them down, but you are such a good architect that breaking them down would kill you.

I do not know if the stone you got from the quarry to use as the building block was your choice personally or the quarry-men just gave that to you because that was all that was available.

But whatever the case,  the stone is quite heavy and you constructed your walls such that no one could enter from from the outside.

You built a fort for yourself and you did a great job. No denying that.

Just a quick question though,  do you remember where exactly it all started ? Forgive me, but i got to ask,  do you remember when and how you set the first layer stone? Did you use mortar or old fashioned clay ? Maybe you even are adventurous and used nails and a drill, but of course, am just saying.

I do not know how you did not see that that, your walls cannot contain your screams.  you are yelling for help.

Somebody wants to rescue you, but we need the blueprints to formulate a strategy.  are there any compartments inside of your wall ?

 Can we protect you  as we make way to you or we gonna lose you when we demolish them ?

Can you get out or there is no way out ?

Is it me that you are lying to or yourself?

Is the bright sun so frightful you are reluctant to budge ?

Is the familiar too familiar that the very notion of advancement scares the daylight out of you ?

Are you going to continue to live with strife if you can exchange it all for happy life ?