I used to be able to see
Beyond the lie that we’re free
And now I can only perceive
That which I want to believe
In those days I could hear
The pulse of deceit without peer
Today I ostensibly strain
To be roused by a refrain
With nostrils clenched I’d smell
The stench that wouldn’t dispel
While seeking the mythic bouquet
Of truth, ever wafting away
Then BANG – we’re all forced to feel
Is any of this even real?
Despite my attempts to stay numb
I pray for redemption to come.
Are You Reading Me?
No comments:
Post a Comment