How the World Is; The Harsh Truth

Random, paranoid, misplaced thoughts,
battles declined and battles fought.
Simple smiles and eager lies,
Isn't it amazing how time flies?

Lost love, found enemies,
quiet pleasures we cannot see.
A gray sky replaces the blue,
Constant wailing for everything new.

Refusal to laugh,
refusal to cry,
prescription pills
get us by,

How sad we are;
how fake we can be,
fake Fendi, faux fur, fake ID;
fake personalities.

We've lost our way,
with no intension of being found,
we reject silence,
and embrace artificial sound.

But who am I to judge?
For I am the same,
I've played-and lost
this sinful game.

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