Easy promises I made,
Never in my life to keep.
Like an experienced liar,
Tough queries I used to skip.
Maybe it’s a small world,
Yet I could avoid my due.
As with a mask every time,
I used to look good and new.
I used to remove all the tracks,
Each time with a new face.
In this very small world of ours,
I used to walk without a trace.
With my prolonged habit of lying,
And my series of narrow escapes,
Now I am a mask to myself,
Unable to trace my own steps.
Now like a lost guy in pain,
I look for punishment in a prison,
But they release me of my crime,
As there isn’t any proof or reason.