Don’t confuse my fantasy
with your own reality
my reality as fantasy
your nightmares in my dreams
it never is what it seems
my fight for my flight
your might for right
history repeats
only the people and places change
Kiss the truth good bye
hug the fantasy tight
dance with the data
part with the heart
weep but don’t cry
Smile but dont sigh
resurect but don’t die
sing the Song of Songs
history repeats
only the sound and lyrics change
art of life
life as art
imitating echos
love is love
fucked is fucked
History repeats
only the times and labels change
confusion rains
the knowers feign
power reigns
Money speaks
conspiracy wreaks
in God we trusted
history repeats
only the themes and victims change
a second first
a last best thing
realise the reality
lie in the truth
lay the rest to rest
history repeats
only nothing really will ever change.
It Dresses Up
In disguise
life is actually
inside a do over
but it seems
new. If it were
not for delusion,
we would have
little to hope
for.
slc
03-27-18
514p