We have been far too trusting of the lies we're told…
Gilded lilies, blooms rusting on a vine of gold…
Innocence vanished like rings of smoke…
Evanesced, come again, sing of hope…
Transient moments of clarity…
Somnolent, lucid only in our dreams...
Costumed, bejeweled like kings…
Beggars, gypsies, and thieves…
Dancing in masquerade…
We deny ourselves continuity of view…
So deprived of the opportunity to choose…
Blinded, confused, ensnared in our fairy tales; slighted, abused, and scared beyond rationale
Puppets on wires, prophets and liars, posturing…
Waxing in promenade…
We all need to believe; all we have are the words.
We all need a reprieve from our time in this world.
We all reach for the things just beyond grasping hands…
(Open eyes on the prize as we hold grasping hands on the wheel)
Limitless in our scope, yet powerlessand alone we stand…
(Limitless in our scope still we fear the unknown, without hope and alone we stand…)
So does it end, as began…
We stand bestride our own dualities released…
Walk the fine line of our humanity and beast…
Animal, flesh and bone, made of clay…
Ethereal, heart and soul, elevate…
Forged in flame, hammered cold, tempering…
Without pain, in the crucible of dreams
Costumed, bejeweled like kings…
Beggars, gypsies, and thieves…
Players rehearse the scene…
Chapter and verse in their regality

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