Pulling back the curtain a shock of light blinds you
Formless wall of whiteness removes the sense of room
Soon you see some edges a landscape comes into view
Once you gain your focus what you see is true
Florid scenes the promise of roses
Rises out from the morning dew
Song birds dart and rest on a low branch
Morning doves warble a pensive coo
Sitting down to breakfast you listen to the worldly news
We’ve won another battle but there’s been another coup
The terrorists are coming their hatred is vile and crude
You feel a little guilty as you lick the jam from the spoon
You want to believe you’re with the good guys
That you leaders are honest and kind too
But when you try to look into the light
You sense that you’re being lied to and used
What it is, is what it feels like
What it is, is not the news hype spewed
What it is, is sharing this life
What it is, is the simple life skewed
The few it seems want to deceive
To horde and control through belief
What it is, is what it is
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