In time we begin to recognize the lies
Slowly the illusions began to melt away
The meaning behind their creation
And reason for their importance
Drifts...
Softly like a swan
Into a liquid velvety red sky
The lies that sustained us
Fade like dying embers in the rain
Some simply replace
these old fabrications
With more elaborate ones
Others feel abandoned,
stranded and lost
Like a stray dog
On a deserted highway
Is it possible
that’s a good thing?
Perhaps, we need to see
where that lonely highway leads
Without the illusions
For maybe that’s the road
We were really meant to be on
all along?
