Reminisce (PART TWO)

Net Movement

Did I ever apologise for the lies I bound myself with?

Could I ever construct, with calloused hands?

Did I ever retrieve, the Utopia I promised to live?

Could I ever grasp the power, to conquer its lands?

It's a wonderful notion, to be happy and free,

But it's a truth that comes close and is taken away,

The tantalising taste of things that could be,

Until you could realise that it's lead all astray.

We're captives to truth, despite a will of steel,

Our longing to grasp, the lies that we've fed,

I apologise because, I thought they were real,

If only we knew, how many lives that its lead.

The lies I say now, were truths in the past,

The gates we guard now, were unguarded long ago,

Memories we salvage, we'd have thought they would last,

And the bonds we would feign are simply for show;

Or the lies were so frequent, the truth died instead,

And choose either way, lies invariably fed.

Did I ever apologise, for weaving memories like those?

The pain of being happy, is a dangerous pose,

I've dragged you all in, and yet none can regret,

The lies were all real, the past was its net.