The Play

Four walls,
All eyes on him,
All ears on him,
Hearing every whisper,
Seeing every tear's.

There's a guy surrounded by the wall,
He's on his mind,
The mind's playing the play,
The play that is unending.
Every scene it plays is his desire, reality and regrets,
Every scene unremembered flashed on screen, He loves the desire
He hates the reality but still want to be proofed wrong,
He gets stuck on regret's.

Want to feel every feeling's,
want to see through every emotion's,
But the cloud's blinds his view,
He cries and cries to clear the cloud's,
But the cloud's get more and more dark.