What are these senses?
I guess I had enough of these nonsense’s
What consensus?
Who’s consent?
And why now resent?
These all led to confinement,
Of the trustworthy and the deceitful,
Life and senses,
What about sincerity?
Idealistic notions,
Bring about the erasers,
I guess it is what it seems,
Guess again,
Nothing is what it seems,
Streams, dreams and after all that,
He is left grim,
Grimace, no put a smile on your grim,
Esteemed at being discarded and stained,
Lo! However so,
It goes on,
Let us get on with a good stride,
It is too soon to give in,
May we all be smiling,
May we all be left with peace and esteem,
So despite all the stings,
As painful as it may seem,
Let’s stand and keep working,
After all,
We are leading our dreams.
