False Sense

A glimpse amidst the innocence
 and all it has foretold-
The old no longer bold as they hold nothing more-
For lore before has sang a score
of everything we've lost-
Just to die off at the thought of the cost without attempt-

The ones who sung when they were young
Full of new ideals-
They feel the life that steals the light of what's often not real-
Rotten between the ears-
Forgotten then never here-

Convinced that since there's risk
 it's recompensed with reward-
To fall upon that sword once more we cannot afford-
Stopped before they're warned-
Dropped after the horns-
Shot down the forlorn-
Propped up with some thorns-

The usual delusional soon will know the truth-
That you once knew before too soon you found it all a ruse-

For then it seems, the gleams in conscience streams deemed to denial-
Only to exile such guile into your pile of forgotten dreams