So many people inside that Dorian Gray's portrait
waiting to decay and suffer.
So many people strangled in their useless lives
trying to convince us to pick up their masks.
You lose your way in the labyrinth
towards your real self.
Did you ever stop chasing your tail
around people's faces and big smiles?
I see you hiding behind that woman's grey veil,
at the left corner a man is whispering your thoughts.
Stop!
Wait and listen:
so many people inside Dorian Gray's portrait
who want to be famous
never have a grey hair
a wrinkle near their eyebrow
And yet the vanity stops them being happy.

So many people wanting to be young again