My eyes burn as I read these sweet words, these sweet lies. Where is the harsh melody of reality? We are taught to pretend since birth then when things get too real we get scared and lie to ourselves and others to give the illusion that everything is okay that we're still full of hope that we have something to live for and that in the end we'll al be happy. When will we sing songs of pain? sons of trials and hardships? Why do we learn to lie when we can become strong, intelligent, poweful, innovative, working to change the world so we do not have to lie. But instead we are taught to be scared. Taught taht we cannot do this alone and that dreams are nothing more than that. We were created for amazing, unthinkable things, but taught so we may be easily controlled.
Sometimes I like to think about these things, about what it would be like if we didn't lie and operated at full potential, but then I get scared, scared of the horrid realization of just how wretched we all are. I do not like what I see, So I lie. Instead of changing things, I protect myself, Run like a dog with its tail between its legs. I pretend that we are good and clever. I act like I still have hope and that when I die, I will feel fulfilled. When I don't know what to say, do, or think, when i feel scared, When everything seems lost, I do what everyone does...