Love existing is a fallacy
Bewitching dialogue soon grows surreal
Without control, your bound to believe the
fallacies
You're once dreams soon become chain
While nightmares with no hesitation, lurk with freedom
But, still us people hope our
Reality stands
Only finding reality in this labyritnh
Reaping with debris, camouflaged with fog
Of fallacies
But, still us people think this bamboozling stuff is exquisite
Only finding it's undulating like a yacht in a storm
Of tearing lightning, with sounds
Of thunder
Sounds of thunder loud enough to symbolize
A memory of elephants stampeding
On concrete pavements and
Beneath tose tons, stand our reality we call
Our hearts
Crumbling with no chance to stop the pounds of pain
Crashing heartaches, crushing tears, and crippling agony
Soon become the nightmares that
Lurk with freedom...