Amid the ugly-masks my soul is torn,

How long can we embellish all this rubble?

I’ve started to resemble them in form,

I’m haunted by the visions of my doubles.

 

“What guides my life, and do I have free will?”

“The answer isn’t simple, don’t deny it.

You freely lived your life and ate your fill,

And yet, the voice inside will not grow quiet.

 

Learn to divide enjoyment from vocation!”

And memory rolled back with trepidation.