A penny for your thoughts, my dear,

Your mask, it’s descending from it’s place.

Relax, come closer, I’ll just take it– here.

There’s no use hiding, it’s etched upon your face.

Come and sit, explain what’s wrong.

Your cheeks are raw, your eyes are wet.

Your breathing’s ragged, smile’s gone.

The tightness of your silhouette

Is heavy ‘nough to sway the moon;

Tides are thrashing, clashing on the shore–

And the pouring rains will be here soon.

Shadows came; your glow’s no more.

A penny for your thoughts, my dear,

Your mask, it’s slipping from your skin.

The sparkle’s been replaced by fear,

But surely you can beat it– surely, you can win.