(Ψ) Everything will be okay He tells to all Who look at him as a man with panacea Before dozing off in aloofness He takes his mask off Takes a long sigh That releases a dark demon of gloom The demon sits before him, and scoffs diabolically Derides and looks down on him And this leaves him at the mercy of someone The someone, who he himself is, but not for himself He complacently faces all, till he falls asleep In the morning, he puts the mask back on A mask of the man with solutions Grins and asks How are you doing today? Poet : Umar Doddy