There is much more

There is much more

To delusion

Than pretending you are free

Nobody has a monopoly

Everybody uses vision

Differently

Is more than a line from a song

I don’t waste my time

On a comb over

Shave it all off

Sit in the dark

Pretend to be famous

Use cologne

To disguise the smell of fear

Many of us

Fail

Too many people

Waste their time

Scratching a living

Out of memories

To recognise the passing

Of the baton

Too late, the hero

Of your own story

Pulling rabbits out of a hat

To keep up a pretence

Of success

Is a game

Of smoking guns

Silver bullets

And broken mirrors

We never fool ourselves

Whatever lies we tell

The stink of failure

Lingers

As life slips

Through our fingers

Never to be seen again

Secret vision

Is a myth

Freedom to believe

Is a delusion

We are all prisoners

Of conscience

And bedtime stories.