Nothing seems real
All is so surreal
No one seems to feel
Compassion made of steel
In the very end
We all depend
On the love others send
The peace we all rend
Each person has to coexist
With others within their mist
A truth some might desire to resist
Still the honest truth will persist
Even if we deny honesty
And refuse blatant destiny
Living in a world of fancy
Reality will just be a fantasy
We all pass subconscious judgments
That make in our outlook subtle dents
The problem comes when these thoughts create
An atmosphere without love, consumed by hate.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
