Illusional  

 


Faces they pass
through time
just  fronts in a world
we briefly occupy
being a boy or a girl
won't matter when we die
will we recognise
without defining eyes
do we become a vision
we can't now visualise
is there a bigger mission
far greater than blue skies
do we live in kitchens  
stealing all the pie
with the biggest knife
always in collision
between what's wrong and right
reaching for ambition
but we're blinded by life
or a pictured stain glass window
that shines no light
on an imaginary image
that keeps us in line
it's all bullshit through illusion
just like all time .