“The sunshine fills my hair and dreams hang in the air”…

~

Look inside your memory…
None of this is real…
All you think you know…
See or touch and feel…
Everything’s a mirage…
To deflect what’s going on…
Life is one big film set…
You’re a lyric in its song…

All that is around you…
Is just one big illusion…
“They” rely on compliance…
And thrive on your confusion…
Step back; you can see it…
And try to break through…
Escape from all your chains…
You’ll witness life anew…

It’s not what you thought…
Or how you once believed…
All that has been taught…
Is how “They” have deceived…
We work for the rich men…
Who laugh at the poor…
If you think there is equality…
You need to reveal more…

And understand what’s going on…
Outside your buried head…
Because people are so wicked…
And won’t care when you’re dead…
Start to ask some questions…
Don’t stop; just keep on probing…
Once you’ve got your foot in….
The door of truth keeps opening…

Allowing you to dig a little deeper…
Scratch the surface of your life…
It’s a place filled with misery…
Tears and death and strife…
A place where all innocence…
Is cruelly ripped away…
A place where no one notices…
The beauty of a dawning day…

A place where liberty in death…
Is the only one true freedom…
One thing we can all agree…
This is no Garden of Eden…
It’s time to stop the dreaming…
See things for what they are…
They call this “Hell on Earth”
That’s more truth than lie by far…

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2 responses to ““The sunshine fills my hair and dreams hang in the air”…

  1. Pingback: “The sunshine fills my hair and dreams hang in the air”… | JamieB2013 | Hey Sweetheart, Get Me Rewrite!

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