Used to deal with all the broken pieces
Of the mirror hidden in the mattress
And all the untold stories and mysteries
Had been kept by the system where no one sees
The mob who saw light through the shadows
And had walked through aisles of sorrows
Were in search for the truth from the hollows
Of the systems' distant pasts and unsure tomorrows.
Have considered one mission but varies in vision.
He, she and they had struggled among the million
Of people carrying different banner and icon
Together with all the doubts and opposition.
Life itself has too much sham and drudgery.
Indeed, the system have devoured its true identity.
Who and what to believe has become unknown indefinitely
Or simply had lost in what they call systematically chaotic society.
All words were originally written by yours truly, 