fauxcroft

On the monochromaticity of this life

Nothing is ever simply wrong or right,

I engage with the music and the language of life

Yet still for some reason we still seek to hide,

In escapism and delusional fantasy

But just for a while to feed our creativity

The truth is reality is far more stranger than we believe

I am often taken a back at how staggeringly,

The truth is when looked at studiously,

When you read between the lines

And when you dare take a glimpse beyond the veil,

Monochromaticity is certainly not something believe me

That can ever be applied to this life of complexity,

In a world of illusion we side this complicity

Fixated by trying to be what we’re not you see,

weaving a moulding and dancing in flights of fantasy

Hoping to convince others that we are the dream,

That we always wanted to be but it’s not always as it seems.