Children love to play pretend
Escapism never turned into the real
Adults pretend to love and play
To escape what we are supposed to do
Is this why our fondest memories
Always originate from our youth?
Why must I be young in a world built by the old?

Mysteries of creation
Feast of sensations
A toe-taping scratching
With no hatchet
Mind in pieces inside of a basket
Leaping up and down
To get the attention around
Now listen to the sound of creation
Feast of sensations
Mysteries that remain stationed

All my friends
They are so close
But feel so far
Distant hollow stares
Are they alive or hanging on?
To the end of a rope or through the knot?
I could never be them
They could never be me
Yet, I stare into their eyes
Wondering, pondering
Do they know what they are anymore?

False truths
True lies
Hiding in plain sight
You can be anything you want!
But others will judge you
You have no limitations!
But your environment has shackles
You are simply the best!
But you will never be at the top
You should be kind to others!
But take advantage of their needs
For gain, for fame, no matter the pain
Look around, look down
True lies have eyes that dramatize
False truths have tongues that define the youth
Welcome to the world, welcome to the worst
Welcome to the last time of your first half-truth

You alligator
Inside two places, devoid
Of love, of virtue

Flying flies, dainty
Minding their time by living
Struck down, hands of glass

You want an heir
All I did was stare
How could you share this?
Why? Where?
Here? Elsewhere?
Another life in the system
Of a beautiful plastic world
So unfair and volatile
Brimming with bile
Swimming in false smiles
How can I stare into the eyes of my heir
Showing my twisted reflection
Devoid of emotion