The great masquerade

Masks everywhere, tears flowing down the cheeks of those who hide away. What is the great masquerade to which we waltz through the saddest grace. Hidden behind the confines of a grand illusion dancing through the years. No seats only the option to keep moving, all the dancers grasping to the walls wishing all their time to simply sit. Watching as the song continues trying to hold on so long, they lose the switching of the songs, never to hear it play again...oh how many wonderous songs i have missed...