FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

sometimes you get confused
which is real
this face or this mask
rephrase: which has made me real?
this face or this mask?

i am more lively with this mask
in fact i dance my nights away wearing this mask
i ask, how come that i am alive with this mask?
and the moment i take it away
i am back to my sad self
mourning always for a loss that i have never found
despite the
death of years,
my sad self cannot be real
it is a denial of my right to be happy
and i must embrace that
truth
that what ought to be real
must be the
happy one.