Can you see me? Can you see me?
Who am I under this,
Veiled Claustro of
Feigned tales and shapeshifting mirage.
No mirror,
Clear enough to see through my camouflage.
And I loathe,
Such human construction that fails to
See its condition.
Walking on a road,
To fame or failure I do not know.
North South East or West,
I don’t have the compass of my free will.
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