Leaves of luminescent blue
Nothing here is true
The fairy's lullabies
Are all just lies
It is all computerized
And quantisized
Cloned and idealised
Just for your eyes
The phoenix yet never died
And all his feathers are dyed
"Isn't it clear to your lovely eyes
That everything here is a disguise?"
So did say the old man queer
That was just standing here
but then he just dematerialized
Right in front of my eyes
What a surprise!
Is truth wearing lies
As her favorite alibies?
