Fantasy Dreams
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Illusions are smoke and mirrors;
the sky's black, and yet, we see blue.
And like sheep, we're led by shearers;
whose reality blocks our view.
Flashing neon propositions;
young eyes with the night's city lights.
And the lambs rush to the slaughter,
unaware reality bites.
A taboo magic elixir;
drugs hold anxieties in check.
But once addicted, your body
morphs into a physical wreck.
Politicians promise you all;
yet provide substantially less.
And when caught in a blatant lie,
they blame each other for their mess.
Parks attract drunks and criminals;
who bully and instigate fights.
And cops harass homeless people;
denying them their basic rights.
We ponder possibilities;
when nothing is quite what it seems.
And hide in never-never land;
inside of our fantasy dreams.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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