A Life To Lead Or Follow
I find myself living in lies that others have created just for me.
I am mollified into a silence upon telling what I see as if it exposes the hypocrisy.
They force upon a smile on me as if nothing is wrong between us
And yet, they seem more determine to undermine my work upon their hidden agendas.
They could even do other plans for me if that failed upon me believing.
They could speak of more delightful places
And yet, I might still have to find them alone as if their speech was enough incentive.
These could be the reasons that I am in a haze of doubt as if I really know those people
And, it hurts more as if they hide our conversations as if they were only delusions.
Would they call me meshugga as if we happen to talk again as if it was the first time?
They can make it a joy as if we expand our knowledge of the universe
And, it would be only if we observe the half of the sky that we can see.
They would just snarl to us if we think upon what we cannot
Or, would they just be silent to us if we question about them?
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