Reminisce (PART TWO)

Stimulation

They say and claim, and do as they please,

They dread the day, where their hearts truly cease,

Yet they are bothered by freedom, because why else would they fight?

If they were fettered to shackles, they would not live to see light.

Do they want to stay trapped, or do they want to roam free?

Are their lives just a chessboard, where the pawns have to flee?

Are they susceptible to emotion, because why else would they feign?

Yet they makes themselves doubt it, and deny with disdain.

Have they traded their hope, for something like core?

Being pretentious will kill, for they see something more.

Are their bodies just a mask, where the minds cower with fear?

Treating dreams like stimulation, when they proclaim it to be dear?

If we have no sense of deception, we become such a pitiful sight,

So will it work if we fool ourselves to be right?