in the end, in the very end of it, isn’t life just a series of illusions?
a mind-trick, a game?
aren’t we all just playing
who’s going to drift into the trap first?
we all believe we’d like to have immortality
but what we’d really like to have is peace
we talk about anti-racism and anti-sexism and anti-everything campaigns
but nothing seems to stop
nothing seems to change
because we are not willing to change what is not seen by the eye
what is kept in the chambers of our own souls
we strive
to be the best
yet we don’t really try
we have dreams
that we don’t really chase
we set
our goals up high, on the other side of the world
and make up our own paths
but only seem to head down low
we crave affection but
choose temporary connections
and ignore every last bit of redemption
of our loved ones and
we try
to move on
but find ourselves right back at the start
we try to be good to one another
without considering being good to ourselves
we try and try
to fill in the blanks
but forget that the words
are lined up right in front of us