Prologue: Poetry

Masks

Does anyone ever show their true self?

Or do we all hide behind our own masks?

Is it necessary for us to go on with our lives,

So that we can complete our mandatory tasks?

Are we all just actors in some play,

Taking on our own chosen parts?

Must everyone be made up with grease paint

That hides what's in their heads and their hearts?

Can't I ever take my mask off?

Can I let those around me see me for who I am?

Or am I doomed to spend the rest of my life

Stuck inside of this painful sham?


Life or Death?

When your life is filled with misery and pain,

What's the point of getting up again and again?

Is it because one can always hope that this is the day

When all of the pain will finally go away?

Isn't there always some slightest chance

That the gods will give you a second glance

And help to turn your life around,

Spin your sad world upside down?

I guess there's always that possibility…

But how come it hasn't happened to me?


Love

What does love feel like?

What's it like to have someone to care for you?

To hold you when you're feeling sad,

And laugh with you when times become glad,

To stay with you the rest of your life

And be your everlasting husband or wife?

To care about you with all of their heart

And remain with you till death do you part.

For them to look up to you as their hero, their friend,

And to care about you till the very end…

I think sometimes it'll only happen for me

Once I finally set myself free…

I think someday, to find this love,

I must tell this world goodbye…

Goodbye…

Goodbye.

-Poetry penned by Prince Yuri