I am missing days of old
A time when naivety clouded my every thought
When I was unaware of the deception
Not that there were no struggles in those moments, but when youthful innocence pranced itself throughout my world
Those days are gone
When the tears shed didn’t permeate so deeply into my soul and the troubles were only skin deep Now they seep
Into the very cracks and crevices of my every emotion
They cause puddles of pain from un-dry eyes that know conflicting truths
The very place of refuge has become the center of my cognitive dissonance
We are learning yet not applying, but pretending or rather lying
Becoming more coy and more versatile chameleons
Adapting to the characteristics we want others to perceive
Living the lie for so long that even we have begun to believe
These opposing truths
We should all be labeled as legally blind and forced to spend time
Alone
For we know not who we are
The sense of self has become entangled amongst a world of cluttered realities
We wear layers of facade
Life has become a masquerade party
We have so-called friends whom we deceive
Revealing bits of ourselves mixed with illusion
Showing no hesitation when telling a lie
We sell this propaganda to others as it was done to us before
Perpetuating a cycle of pretext
We hope for a better next generation, but we have not prepared them for anything greater
We are hopeful and yet hopeless
And there lies one more contradiction
Our lives a mix of axioms and pseudo realities
We are walking, living, breathing, realistic fiction.
lolamarya October 12, 2008
A time when naivety clouded my every thought
When I was unaware of the deception
Not that there were no struggles in those moments, but when youthful innocence pranced itself throughout my world
Those days are gone
When the tears shed didn’t permeate so deeply into my soul and the troubles were only skin deep Now they seep
Into the very cracks and crevices of my every emotion
They cause puddles of pain from un-dry eyes that know conflicting truths
The very place of refuge has become the center of my cognitive dissonance
We are learning yet not applying, but pretending or rather lying
Becoming more coy and more versatile chameleons
Adapting to the characteristics we want others to perceive
Living the lie for so long that even we have begun to believe
These opposing truths
We should all be labeled as legally blind and forced to spend time
Alone
For we know not who we are
The sense of self has become entangled amongst a world of cluttered realities
We wear layers of facade
Life has become a masquerade party
We have so-called friends whom we deceive
Revealing bits of ourselves mixed with illusion
Showing no hesitation when telling a lie
We sell this propaganda to others as it was done to us before
Perpetuating a cycle of pretext
We hope for a better next generation, but we have not prepared them for anything greater
We are hopeful and yet hopeless
And there lies one more contradiction
Our lives a mix of axioms and pseudo realities
We are walking, living, breathing, realistic fiction.
lolamarya October 12, 2008