Illusion was their passion.. delusion suited some.. genius excused many.. thumping done by dumb.. all around sacred ground.. or place of devil’s due.. when nothing in your world is real.. nothing speaks of you..
On his soapbox Anyname a megalo sets the cost.. life and death.. oil on his breath he cannot see the loss..
Does he dream? I wonder.. do thoughts shake his cage.. of his the other mammals.. time a living page..
True dissolves to daybreak.. most wake to the morn.. he wakes to a gossip bag.. disbelief and scorn..
Another’s dream his vanity.. deceived in makeup drag.. while everyone can see.. insane flies no one’s flag..
So raise your glass my fellows.. dance well pretty girls.. tomorrow is a day to bring true to this cartoon world..
Thought.. ‘believe what you see.. do not leave a supposed expectation to decide your actions.. or the actions of others.. one may not excuse or blame another in truth when the truth is hidden in fear.. one may not excuse or blame another in comfortable illusion.. one may accept a truth.. for it is’