at times it all feels like a farce br a mask that you dont wanna remove br behind which the tears dun stop flowing br yet the mask simply deludes br br the world does not stop nor end br jus cos one person cares less br just till yesterday you could not ask enough br if i was safe, comfortable and well fed? br No, t'was neither a farce nor an act br but today i sadly ponder, br what and why changed overnight? br br nature dicates its truth br shorn of pretense and lies br the sunflower without its sun's light br simply shrivels and diesbr br Angel Angelbr br