To follow a dream
Created by the American mark scheme,
You lose yourself
And follow the pages
Of magazines and the grand stages.
How long can you last,
When all your made of is cut and pasted paper
Of other dreams achieved and dreams that became vapor.
Vapid eyes and dull lies
Spilled from heavy painted lips.
How long can this mask last before it slips?
YOU ARE READING
Oh, How the Words Do Lie
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