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
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