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
youth as the city lures with lights.
And the lambs rush to the slaughter,
unaware reality bites.
Like taboo magic elixirs,
drugs hold anxieties in check.
But if you overindulge, you'll
morph into a physical wreck.
Politicians promise the world;
yet provide substantially less.
And when caught in an outright lie,
they blame each other for their mess.
Parks attract drunks and criminals
that bully and instigate fights.
And cops harass homeless people,
denying them their human rights.
We ponder possibilities,
for 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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