Under The Sycamore

Dead end

People are not always what they seem
Some act like nothings wrong when things are awry
Depression swallowing them with a smile
Some hide behind the shadows of their dreams
And hate others for it never coming true
And that dream goes into the black hole of reality
Becomes dead end job at nowhere town
And that job turns into your living nightmare
Lost childhood makes nostalgia melancholy
Memories upturned only to be forgotten
Losing people is hard
But losing hope is worse