Which is only a disguise for sadness?

A smile, that is too shalow

A hug, deliberate

A feast, an indeed pretense

But like temples need pillars

Flesh needs bones

A blind fish still have its right to dream

I do believe in

Some tickling pains

Walk, waver and hide

Faint , trance and regret

Continuously hold a fake on the books

Insist that it is the best

Questionless is mine

How vast and funny the way of life acts

All my geese are swans

Everything looks nice from my side

Disguise, a strong funeral bell

Sounds no turning back