toy soldiers
marching off
to battles unknown
the voodoo doll
lets out a whimper
you've been sleeping
all this while
lying beyond the boundary.
the wheels are rolling
as the time sleepwalks
coarse lines get drawn
criss-crossing each other
battlefield's burning
under the cold november skies
the thunder, the gunshots
and explosions on the ground
strange symphony's playing in the air
you have been sleeping
with your eyes open
all this while
lying beyond the boundary
the toy soldiers
fall off the cliff
as the tide takes your dreams away...
behind the mask....
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. ...You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.” - The Lizard King
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