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.
fauxcroft 