Jumping Through the Hoops of Life

Distortion of self-made reality Creation of un-lived memories Sanctifying of painless fantasy One day the truth may come out Till then the snakes are about They will schmooze you They might placate you They probably will instil hope in you All in all they will manipulate you What will become of you? A new you? It is likely to be a different man in the mirror Who recognizes not who you may be Faith and belief can prove to be So disastrous to ones psyche Eyes that see need ears that hear Consciences that ask why Need feet that will stand firm Mouths that utter dismay Need hands that will fight Come what may At the end of it all Reality might get disowned On that grey blood drenched day When saints become sinners And all is extinct Faith is a challenge Right is disappointing Love is indifferent Living it seems not to be What we make of it