Be hopeful, you say
Love will come, come what may
Keep your chin up, take it in stride
Yet for all your wisdom,
You’re the first to hide
What is it that makes us
So willing to Lie?
Why do we steer others to crash
When we discover we cannot fly?
Those who pretend to be so wise
Are merely hiding behind another’s eyes
You cannot live by another’s words
Or in seeking your own path
You will succumb to their terms.
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