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Figment and illusion

Clawing for anything to hold onto until we feel

Commercial and perfection

Though, disillusionment is all I can see

With daughters growing thinner than ever

And, sons losing sight of what strength really means

Risen from the dust

Given no instinct other than the freewill we breathe

What happened to us

Not only losing sight and faith

But, the knowledge that we weren't created without reason as are beasts

Rather with conscience and wisdom and the ability to discern

What's right from what's wrong in all we learn and later do

There's got to be another soul out there

Witnessing our souls turn sour

Wishing still those very souls where what they used to be

Before the dark hour

Rusted the dust of love

Into nothing other than a lustful powder

We use as makeup to cover up the insecurities

While nailing our shortfalls on others

Why can't we all just find an ounce of kindness

No matter how small inside us and give it without losing ourselves

And, give without remembering our own self-righteousness

Only to fall victim and seek restitution

When what is indebted to us

Isn't returned in full portion

It's time to evaluate what makes us what we are

And, reconsider what we've become

So lost in lust

And, covered in the dust of arrogance

The feeling of our own importance

And, how that feeling has eclipsed all who came before us

And, is sure to hide the truth from all who follow in our footsteps