daily i try to continue the lie
to straighten my face and tighten my tie
to face all the fiction
 to forget all the fact
to compromise wisdom
 to display my tact
alas tact is but grace
 and grace is a dance
& such a tiny few
 are given the chance
with minds still awake
 but bodies that slumber
It's truly a shame
 that we're left to wander
If anythings true
 or is it all fake
I've nothing to give
 you've nothing to take
so sure we may make
mistakes here and there
but nothing is right
 and nothing is fair
but a noone from nowhere
 is what they await
proving that truth
 is weaker than faith
but faith is a bucket
with wood that's decayed
and riddled with holes
yet you let truth fade

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