Fictitious laughs and ballgowns
Cutrsy smiles and loud sounds
All to curtail the true cry
the search for truth and lie
We crave to love
To give to take
For somehow
It validates
There's only so much
three minutes can hold
By tomorrow's lunch
the song dies old
We create gods and kings
To keep up with things
Hoping the question would leave
Is either side of sleep ,Truly reality?
