Falling, falling, falling.
Beneath ground. All human knowledge.
Under the ground, yet above it all.
Under truth, yet discovering reality.
If I uncovered your mask,
Stripped you of all clothing, accessories, fake expressions, faces, personalities;
What would you be?
Who would you be?
Skin and flesh.
Moulded with precision and perfection.
Unlikelihood. A dream.
Would you let me mould you?
To my perfection? Using my direction to achieve a dream?
Faceless, passive personality.
Where have you gone?
What happened to you?
Stripped of clothing, surroundings and familiarities – where are you then?