fauxcroft

It’s a summer day

And it’s lovely,

In every single way

And as I sit and ponder it,

I see nothing seems to change

The people all around me,

In the park they seem

So irredeemably compliant,

There’s nothing within them

That shows any sign of defiance,

So busy in looking good

And to be seen they’re doing well,

Despite the fact that their life is hell,

Because that’s how it seems we’ve become

We’re amazing on the outside,

Yet the truth is when you look within

We are desperately falling,

Into an abyss of debt and strife

That’s not reflected by their fake life,

A near perfect family

And a loving husband and wife,

But it’s all one big illusion

Being enacted on this summer’s day,

We are all just actors in this tragic fucking play.