The Mask

I borrowed in pieces

Few grams of Peace

To scratch out and erase

Thick layers of urban grease

This smear on my face

I showcase with a fake grace

Is a slave of hedonism

Oblivious of my purpose

I adore materialism

Running madly in a rat race

To compete with incompetents

For reasons I dont know

For people who dont care

But still I am running

In all possible directions

To catch everything

To chase anything

Caught in a virtual matrix

Sleeping with eyes wide open

At times in those day dreams

I venture out of this realm

To realize the difference

Of messy tangible existence

I pledge to renounce

this school of belief

And promise myself

To turn over a new leaf

But again back in day dream

I forget to redeem

To wipe off that smear

and fake ensemble i wear

I run again in a race

To justify pride in abase

To undertake mundane task

Still on face a smeared mask.