This is as simple as it gets
The truth displayed on blank pages
Lies on the written ones
For you, for me- the wages
From fighting this war are meager
And it seems that we are eager
To leave this hole we are in.
Can we write a new story?
Nothing is happening but nothing
Can prevent this unbecoming glory.
Winning was never an option we
Had considered in the first place.
But to actually have victory
Would be kind of the one we call fate.
This is as complicated as it gets
Food turns to drink in moonlight
But still we cross our fingers and
Hope that a beam could be our spotlight.