Like the moon is hiding behind the clouds. Like a face hiding behind a face. Lest this world and these people recognise me. So I thought, why not create another identity. Afraid of my desires I came to life by dying a little. I changed my tears into a smile. And got trapped in a quagmire of lies. I communicate through my songs sometimes. I only tell them my untold story. I wonder if there was somebody who would understand my silence. Someone who would see my dream with their eyes. Express my words with  their words.