A thought or two

as i tumble and scrape through the life provided
i flash back and forward through memories and dreams with vivid hallucinations and lost opportunities.
Forgotten beautiful faces replaced with shitty daytime television sound bites. Fed on a calorie-high diet of war, sex, money, wrongful patriotism we are all lost infants waiting for kind assistance,
for the mask to fall from the reality we are presented with. We link together our lives for brief moments it passes and new links form.
Ghosts of the people we were dance in my mind for an infinite eternity. Although to some we have parted ways
the laughs, the smiles, all the joy and passion were real. Experience is the colour of life, the secret of a happy life...
I suppose, would be not let that colour fade.