Life seems like that now.
Grey-scale, empty, serene;
just the cameraman and the scene.

Some say it's peaceful,
but I question, should we break through that wall of silence?
what would come through if it's broken?
what may be lost if we don't break it?

So here comes the startling conclusion:
have we broken through the layers of masks we've worn since young?
have we opposed who we really are inside;
do we know who we really are?

Have we truly, broken through?