Aren't we?

People are question marks,
they have no identity;
masquerading around in masks,
no-one knows anyone in reality.

There is no escape.

To think you can run away
is a misconception.
This is your world.
And by your decision.

A stroll in the park...

As the wind blows, butterflies flutter by.
The blue skies and the bird songs,
remind me I am alive.