JUMPING THROUGH THE HOOPS OF LIFE

Distortion of self-made reality
Creation of un-lived memories
Sanctifying of painless fantasy

One day the truth may come out
Till then the snakes are about

They will schmooze you
They might placate you
They probably will instil hope in you
All in all they will manipulate you

What will become of you?
A new you?
It is likely to be a different man in the mirror
Who recognizes not who you may be
Faith and belief can prove to be
So disastrous to ones psyche

Eyes that see need ears that hear
Consciences that ask why
Need feet that will stand firm
Mouths that utter dismay
Need hands that will fight
Come what may

At the end of it all
Reality might get disowned
On that grey blood drenched day
When saints become sinners
And all is extinct

Faith is a challenge
Right is disappointing
Love is indifferent

Living it seems may not to be
What we make of it