We live out our days from within a dream.
Behind collective masks, our freedom lies.
The masked world presents an intoxicating scene.
So many people this world they deem
to be all they know; materialistic sighs.
we live out our days from within a dream.
Decay and death weave through the theme,
branches like wizened jewels to steal our prize.
The masked world presents an intoxicating scene.
Life’s true mystery holds sights unseen,
we are star children, whirling through the skies.
We live out our days from within a dream.
Like dancing marionettes we scheme,
while whole worlds exist behind our eyes.
We live out our days from within a dream;
the masked world presents an intoxicating scene.
© 2014. Sarah Horne. All Rights Reserved.
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