On the end of idealism and beginning of reality. |
I Believed _________________________________________________ I believed in soaring higher than the eagle in the sky battling through pain and desire Now, I wonder why I even tried to fly Beyond the mirage of the material sphere I believed in laws to balance the scales for all with its limitations and all its flaws Now, I examine a clause Without so much as a pause For the kill, win and thundering applause I believed in equality in all things and beings Living in liberty and fraternity Now, for a hundred reasons why This is another lie Just an ideal in dark reality I believed in beauty in the heart of all things and beings Good taste the essence of creativity Now, I see the crass and vulgar Hard-sold in a silver salver And lucre as the final reality I believed in true friendship with not an axe to grind through joys, sorrows and relationships Now, there’s a superficial hug A smile and a calculated shrug Behind a veil of jealousy I used to live in an ideal world where the wisdom of ages unfurled Live with a sparkle in my eyes Now, I wield the cold sword of history Shattering glorious myths and mystery Slicing through wings that tried to fly. |