I'm a fraud
A liar
An utter mess

I keep on walking, smiling, trying
Yet to what end is this all for?

Hope, dreams, and aspirations are of no worth to those dead inside
It doesn't matter how hard one tries, that twinkle will never return to our eyes

In our solitude are we with kindred souls
Through tears, we smile
For the remembrance of our precious beat do we trudge on

I'm not alone in my suffrage
Though not my intent, do the lies spout
For those who still have that twinkle
Whom still have the beat of life within
For the love that tethers me to them

Such are the lies told;
Of excitement for the next dawn
Of aspirations for the future
Of hope for tomorrow