• The more souls i meet, the more i lose mine.
    As for each step I take, the world steps away.

    For every word I utter, half the truth comes out.
    The truth for you, a lie for me.

    Like a writer who draws life from the crowd.
    Yet he cannot give life a soul.

    Like a dancer that dresses in bright and vibrant clothing…
    Only to distract you with her dark and colourless life.

    Like a painter that casts colour.
    Yet loses sight.

    As for each soul he meets, a part of him fades.
    For each step he takes, his whole world shakes.

    For the truth he utters, a waning heart falter.
    As the lies that he gave, he made it shatter.

    A writer, dancer and a painter.
    For each skin I wore, voices i take and the lives i portray.
    I lose sight of who I am.

    Though, I am yours but I am also the canvas of this world.


    -Z.M