Things are not what they seem
We were taught that in our youth
Not in reality it is in a dream
That is where we'll always find truth
A child's world is so very dark
When staring at the adults loving lies
Stained forever it is a thing of stark
When they grow up live and then die
I wish this were all a dream of thousands
In a millenia we dreamt of flying
In a blue sky of the peaking mountains
We dreamt so hard we decided to stop trying
Things are not what they seem
When you search beneath the surface
Of all the lives and memories
That are covered by the velvet curtain
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