As
I stare out of the window, I wonder,
Round
goes the world, wonder what drives...
What
is it that makes it go round asunder?
With
all the science aside I think it just lies.
Compromises
made at every corner,
Hoping
not to hurt any ties.
Keeping
a straight face though hurting inside,
What
moves on is just lies.
Truth
can set one free,
But
who needs the conflict that arise.
Peace
is something that all desire,
Even
if it is based most times on lies.
Promises
made in exchange of power,
Does
not even matter if integrity dies.
Moving
at such speed but reaching nowhere,
After
all we believe in are just the lies.
The
only one who knows the truth,
the
one staring back from the mirror tries,
Begging
to make sense of the happening,
Searching
for something real amongst all the lies.
As
I stare out of the window, I no longer wonder..
For
I know it is just the Season of lies.
