Impressions

Here comes another prologue

To someday become pretense

There goes the chaos

Where our entertainment once arose

All the while the answers were right beneath our nose

Once hearing and believing

Now reflect on the deceiving

Thus became seeing is believing

Programmed to deflect the misleading

Here comes another prologue

To someday become pretense

There goes the chaos

Where our entertainment once arose

All the while the answers were right beneath our nose

When once we felt despair

Convinced life was so unfair

We found the meaning of life

As a mirror reflected grey hair

Here comes another prologue

To someday become pretense

There goes the chaos

Where our entertainment once arose

All the while the answers were right beneath our nose

A weight making one want to collapse

Have to rise above the rest

Just to survive and ever hope to progress

Here comes another prologue

To someday become pretense

There goes the chaos

Where our entertainment once arose

All the while the answers were right beneath our nose

Wondering what the world will bring

While weathering storms within

Hopeful of what we will be

Although we know the truth as we take the road of deceit

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