i have to smile regardless
whether suferings inside revolt
but then maintaining the mood of the world around
hinges on my ability to mask
the pain
so that you could all gain,
peace and joy
what if, the light of sun decides
to bake
all the incompletely abandoned dreams
in a paste with
which i can pave the way
for you to walk
and not get lost
when all the new roads appear so nice,
quiet and comfortable
what if, a bit sad